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CHAPTER SIX

whenever I hear your claims of me being yours,

I can't help but fall deeper in love with you.

it fills my lungs like smoke but it doesn't seem to make its way out.

this love of mine for you is intoxicating,

almost suffocating me,

slowly killing me the more I inhale it,

slowly making my sanity waver away,

and yet I can't find myself tired of it.

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