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Yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

Billy Wanted Me To Stay A Safe Distance From The Most Important Person In My Life. It Turned Out That His Concern Was, In The End, Unnecessary. I Was All Too Safe Now.