i think of so many people i need. I'm such a dependant creature.
yes, dependant creature of habit. lick the hand that feeds you. it harms you again and again, and what do you do? cry? turn away? become a so called better person? no. YOu run back to that hand. Because it's all you've ever known, the abuse and the heartbreak. You're lost without it.
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