I feel that my writing is becoming...
Stilted
Out of control
Frantic
And I don't mean to blame you or anything
But it's all your fault
I can't get you out of my ******* head
Everywhere I look, there you are
In reach, but I can't touch you
Honestly though,
I don't mind from this
If I die from this,
I'm sure it will be the sweetest torture
Maybe I'm something of a *******
Or is that just called falling in love?
I'm not quite sure

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