Sick

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I wanted to be unbothered by you,

but you were in my head.

You were under my skin.

You were everywhere.

You were all consuming.

You were like a disease.

Thoughts of you were constantly multiplying.

I was losing control and it was eating away at me.

Loving you was killing me –

and still,

I couldn’t shake myself free of you.

I hated the way you made me feel,

because loving someone should never make you feel sick.

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