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Sober

You leaving, was like striking a knife in my thigh. But having you in my life was like pulling it out. You made poison become my oxygen. So much so, that the more I inhaled, the more my lungs began to fail on me. I really wish that I saved myself before attempting to save you. If I did, there would be one lost soul instead of two. I didn't see that before but now that I am found, I can. I will never say that you were like a drug to me. Drugs numb the pain that lived in you, while you only made the pain exist. I could have quit you at anytime but you, begged me to rehab you.

Sober

You leaving, was like striking a knife in my thigh. But having you in my life was like pulling it out. You made poison become my oxygen....