we were fragile. we both had issues. we had our differences and our similarities. being in love with you was like a dose of a strong antibiotic. the pains in my stomach were proof that you were bad for me, yet i continued to take you. i went to my doctor and he told me there was no cure. i had to carry on with the antibiotic and then the pains would eventually stop. but it's been two months and the pains are getting worse. "doctor, just give me something to disgusts this pain, i'm afraid i am going insane." i looked at the floor as i dreamt of the first time i saw your crystal blue eyes and how i almost drowned in them. i fell under a spell and in your hands i was putty and i melted at the sound of your voice. "i'm afraid the antibiotics are killing you, Miss" "doc, i'd go through intense pain for this antibiotic to work"
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