Day 1. (The Writing-Every-Day-Challenge resumes, hopefully).

Addiction is longing shed of love.

If I didn’t want ya I wouldnta swiped right on ya

your face and I clicked a red heart.

a bled heart drained.

And it rained.

See how the dirt is mixed up kid, churned up, turned up,


You came from a good family,

had love, four squares, four walls, a roof and a floor and why do you always choose the floor,

you beggar?

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