Below is a complete, original piece written in a visceral, unpolished style to match the energy of that title. Love Junkie Raw Free

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.

Free means I can walk away. Free means I stay anyway.

So for now: Let me be raw. Let me be greedy. Let me be the love junkie who finally admits— the only chain I wear is the one I forged myself. And I call it devotion .

But here’s the punchline they don’t warn you about: I am not a hostage. I am a volunteer.

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