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I was Kurt Cobain and he was my heroin. Everything about him was so toxic. All the beautiful words he spoke lingered on his lips and ran through my veins. He was the worst kind of addiction you could ever get addicted to, but I couldn’t resist. He made me feel so good. Even though I was broken I felt whole every moment his lips touched mine. But when he wasn’t around I fell apart again. My heart would shatter into a million pieces like a glass vase being dropped on concrete. I tried to be okay on my own, take a sort of rehab from him if you will. But nothing worked. I would keep going back to him like a newborn fawn to it’s mother. I didn’t just crave his touch, I needed it. At that time, without him I felt like I couldn’t breathe. But it’s been a while. It’s been a while since his words and his touch and just his physical being meant everything to me. It’s been a while since all night phone calls and constant talking. I’ve grown without him. I’ve learned I am so much more than I gave myself credit for. And for that, I thank him.
Some girl that has as many curves as a ruler hashtagged curves. If she has curves what does that make me, a zigzag?¿?