This seems like a combination between Jamie, Jessica and I. You're so hooked on us that it's officially hitting the addiction level. I don't want you addicted to me, that's going to lead to an infatuation and we both know infatuations are not good at all. Not for us anyway. Um...I don't know what to say now.
Had to reread it again before I go to sleep. This is more about me and Jamie, if anything. We're your dealers, I guess by all the attention we're throwing your way. Mine being a bunch random stuff and hers...probably random stuff, except she isn't on that "I want to your gf" type of thing. And all of this going back and forth is bad because you should just settle with one dealer. I'm having an "ah ha" moment. Like real drug dealers, I don't think they are too fond of their buyer coping dope from some other dealer, you know?
Hmm...Kinda feels like you're playing a game or something. You're liking the feeling of using the both of us to get your fix. I oughta beat yo' ass for that!
Lol. Anyway, I could be overthinking this, but there is great meaning to this poem. One of these comments is the right one, I think, lol. Is it odd that I treat your poems like a mystery novel or something? I must crack the code!
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Hmm...Kinda feels like you're playing a game or something. You're liking the feeling of using the both of us to get your fix. I oughta beat yo' ass for that!
Lol. Anyway, I could be overthinking this, but there is great meaning to this poem. One of these comments is the right one, I think, lol. Is it odd that I treat your poems like a mystery novel or something? I must crack the code!
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