high low

Way down deep we knew it would never last. We were in it for the kicks, for the thrill, for the joy, and all that was missing was the love. Slowly but surely my addiction to you faded. With every high, there comes a low, so I lit my last cigarette and said my last goodbyes. At least it was fun while it lasted.
—  @endlessunicornsauce faded memories :)

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