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I often ask my friend

why she's still with her boyfriend,

Even though they keep having arguments and whatnots

She used to cry every week or so

She answered me one day saying,

"He makes me feel alive.

Unlike all my previous boyfriends,

He's like a drug to me,

He's like the gasoline and he starts a fire inside of me

He just keeps making me burn and ignite,

Somehow I enjoy the heat that it releases,

Because only then I'm reminded that I'm alive."

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