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I always wanted to
be in love

to feel the incessant
fire of
passion,
longing,
needing
someone all the
time

and now that I have fallen
plunged into the
pewter shades
of the prison
that is
obsession,
I want to go back

Love is a road that
forks into
a myriad
of arteries
where once
in the pulse
of continuity
one cannot
regress

I'd never wish
the
hopeless pain of
insatiable love
on
anyone

— The End —