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But here’s the deep part no one tells you: The junkie isn’t chasing the high. The junkie is chasing the last moment before the high went bad. That one second where her hand was still on my chest and I hadn’t yet realized she was counting my ribs like exit signs.

The raw isn’t poetry. It’s the text you type and delete seven times. It’s still wanting her after she called you "too much" — as if too much isn’t just another way of saying you loved at the same volume I fear. love junkie latest raw

That’s the raw. That’s the latest. That’s the junkie still whispering “just one more time” to a ghost who never even stayed for the come-down. But here’s the deep part no one tells

Latest raw means: I found a new fix. Same shape. Different name. Same way she looks at me like a project, same way I look at myself like a refund. The raw isn’t poetry