Toxic

His toxicity matched mine. We were both killing each other at the same damn time, just as slowly as the other. And ironically, that made life worthwhile. With him gone, the toxins are sure out of my life, but in some weird twisted way, those toxins were just as important for my existence as oxygen is.

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