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she says I'm ill that I have a disease which has no cure that this disease I have makes me love her and that sickness is the cause of my extreme love she refuses to name this "illness" Baby little do you know that love is my illness loving you is my cure or so I thought but medications **** you sometimes like you killed me last night with everything you muttered so sharp Despite how sick of me to still love you that too the way i do I'm sick you say you say my love is a cause of illness of my mind a mental illness asking for your attention (or how we said "attenshun") was my mental illness is what you say that my love for you was nothing but a sickness but how is it that 2 years back it was you with IBS and anxiety where you scratched my face when i hugged you yet you didn't want me to let go yet you still wanted me gone but here now 2 years later and its me with this sickness or so you claim then how is it that you call my love illness of my mind when I I gave you that same love & more when I didn't even know of a mental pain Then how could you dare but say that it was nothing but my sickness or *was it unbelievable to you that this love exists in something out of fantasies too*
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Sickness
she says I'm ill that I have a disease which has no cure that this disease I have makes me love her and that sickness is the cause of my extreme love she refuses to name this "illness" Baby little do you know that love is my illness loving you is my cure or so I thought but medications **** you sometimes like you killed me last night with everything you muttered so sharp Despite how sick of me to still love you that too the way i do I'm sick you say you say my love is a cause of illness of my mind a mental illness asking for your attention (or how we said "attenshun") was my mental illness is what you say that my love for you was nothing but a sickness but how is it that 2 years back it was you with IBS and anxiety where you scratched my face when i hugged you yet you didn't want me to let go yet you still wanted me gone but here now 2 years later and its me with this sickness or so you claim then how is it that you call my love illness of my mind when I I gave you that same love & more when I didn't even know of a mental pain Then how could you dare but say that it was nothing but my sickness or *was it unbelievable to you that this love exists in something out of fantasies too*
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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