Love.

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The disease you've infected me with, of which there is no cure, and where the only known treatment is rare and the side affects often deadly, is there no hope to cure my diagnosis? Now, years later, I'm still lovesick. As long as the contagion has been eating my heart away, you would think, by now I would be sick of love.

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