"i used to be love drunk, but now i'm hungover."
consumed by the art of infatuation,
locked within the hold of lust.
hopelessly,
hopelessly, seduced by a love never to be found.
what is had, is never enough.
what would be enough, is never had.
for love is for the weak,
and love is for the strong,
for love is for the lost,
and love is for the found.
blame me, shameless.
abandoned, i've been.
frightened, i am.
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