I don't want an addiction, I just want a drink or a drag. That's all. I just want to crack my knuckles without being growled at. I want to sit as close to someone as I want and lay my head in their lap if I feel like it. I just want to be someone else, sometimes. I just want to confess my love/lust. I just want to hear secrets, I want to know the worst you've done. I hate perfect.
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