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Oct 2015
To love someone is not as simple as it seems.
Once you discover the meaning to love, it becomes a chronic drug.
Love is not just one feeling, but an array of emotions strung together.

I'm worried I have deactivated my emotions, My subconscious has forced my body numb and my mind astray.
I can't seem to think clearly
It's like I've forgotten already.
But how?
Its way too soon to have forgotten.
I ask myself "this is big, how can you forgive?"
My answer: Simple, I'm addicted.
They ask me "what's wrong with you? How can you go back to him?"
My answer: I can't explain.

Psychotic.
How can I love someone who has done nothing but hurt me over and over?
How can there ever be trust?
How will we get through this?
I ask myself several questions everyday.
Still have no answers.
Except,
He's my drug.
And I'm in love.
helena luce
Written by
helena luce  22/F/CA
(22/F/CA)   
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