I was like a joint; your favorite thing.

All of me was tightly packed in a burnable thing.

You ignited me and inhaled fast.

As I got smaller, your happiness, your dreams, got bigger.

You got lighter as I burned and fell to the ground.

Once you realized I had nothing more to give,

you threw me to the ground, stomped on me to make sure my light was out,

and moved on to the next.

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I like the way you used the whole "love is a drug" idea. I can't specifically say why, but I really like this.

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