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You never escape my thoughts. Every waking moment is spent with you on my mind. I\'m plagued. Diseased. 

My sickness? Love. 

My cure? You. 

Yet I reach for you, and feel naught but a shadow in your wake.

You\'ve left. Gone. A pattern I\'m all too familiar with. 

I should hate you. Sometimes, I feel angry. Angry tears roll down my face. My fists clench. 


I\'m angry. 


Angry I could never hate you. Yet, in your eyes, I see such hatred. You hate me. Despise me. If not for that profound anger, I\'m sure i\'d be a distant memory by now.

Forgotten. Erased. Gone. As easy as that.

You cut me. Broke me. Tore me into pieces. A jigsaw puzzle I cannot solve. 

So how?

How can it be that something so broken could still love you so deeply? 

You stole my heart. 

But I no longer have yours.