It's Called Love. It's a sickly routine. I see you, learn everything about you, love you with everything I have, smile when I see your face, and then you paralyse me with your sting. I can feel my heart failing, lungs collapsing, nerves dying, arteries clogging, brain shutting down. In left with pain and tears. It's all just a sickly routine called love.
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