Love Junkie Raw 'link' Free May 2026

It sounds like you’re asking for a piece of writing—perhaps a poem, a song lyric, or a raw journal entry—titled or themed around

I walk into the fire with a match in each hand. I choose the crash. I choose the spiral. Because even the withdrawal—the shaking hands, the phantom limb of your laugh—feels more real than a safe, quiet, unloved life. love junkie raw free

Call me junkie. I’ll wear the track marks of every fight, every make-up, every time you left and I still left the door unlocked. It sounds like you’re asking for a piece

No filter. No cure. No apology.

Just a pulse. Just a flame. Just me—unfixed, unfixed, unfixed— begging for one more hit of you. a song lyric