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ADDICTION

By Helga Lockheart

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The worst addiction isn't smoke or wine—

not even poison dressed as bliss.

It's people.

The ones we thread through our hearts,

build worlds around.

When they leave,

they don’t just go—

they take pieces of us.

And we walk on,

half-alive,

haunted by what we once held close.


 
 

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