you are my obsession, my infatuation.
you're my drug, you're my drink.
your very presence intoxicates me.
you don't want anything to do with me.
you're my antagonist, my torture.
you're my anger, my despair.
you tear my heart out daily. you make me lose control.
so what can i do?
but cry, and cut, and think of you?
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