i'd call this a cry for help but i'd be lying

i'm beginning to forget where we left off.. walking this tight rope between flamboyance and monotony leaving my addictive mindset overdosed from your intrigue.  i tapped you like a drug within my veins, needing a fix but as your scent overcrowded my lungs with a captivating presence, i forgot who i was.  depression crept in as a bill collector - sneaky and with an ever so swift punch to the gut, i had become this person.. i thought i was, i had become this person.. i thought i was, and each day grew yet another day i ran further and further from the woman i had hoped to become. so why does it feel nearly impossible to forget you?

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