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We meet, I obsess I wait for a text, end up barraging them with more I overthink myself into a crazy stupor The cycle continues on. I tell myself to stop It's one more thing for me to think about It's one more situation to waste my time The cycle pauses, then restarts again. Everyone knows about it because I tell them I stop myself with metaphorical duct tape I rip it off and tell everyone anyway The cycle has no ending once it has begun. This is the mistake I constantly make I feel clingy, even though I probably am not (But I am, so it is fruitless) The cycle rotates in the backburner, a solid reminder. It’s not a crush, it’s just a shortlived fascination I declare my love, as I do for countless others Masochism is apparently inbuilt The cycle goes on, an infinite loop of repeated thoughts.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
On and on...
We meet, I obsess I wait for a text, end up barraging them with more I overthink myself into a crazy stupor The cycle continues on. I tell myself to stop It's one more thing for me to think about It's one more situation to waste my time The cycle pauses, then restarts again. Everyone knows about it because I tell them I stop myself with metaphorical duct tape I rip it off and tell everyone anyway The cycle has no ending once it has begun. This is the mistake I constantly make I feel clingy, even though I probably am not (But I am, so it is fruitless) The cycle rotates in the backburner, a solid reminder. It’s not a crush, it’s just a shortlived fascination I declare my love, as I do for countless others Masochism is apparently inbuilt The cycle goes on, an infinite loop of repeated thoughts.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
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