I hated the way he laughed. That was the first red flag and it went up the very first time we talked. It sounded so insincere, shallow and not even believable enough to be called thearitical . It itched my ears and every time he spoke I wanted to scream at him to shut up, to stop the blatant lie that he was and the cliche he was turning me into. But even as I knew it was all wrong I craved for him and his words . Wanted him and all he represented , desperately. It was like being allergic to something but being unable  to stop yourself from going to it again and again. As you move towards it you know what will happen. You already know the reactions and their antidote, you remember its pain and agony. You pray not for a miracle make the allergy go…

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