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I love him.

No…..I want him.

No……I believe in him.

He doesn’t know.

Never will.

He doesn’t even know my name;

who I am.

Who the hell am I?

He doesn’t know,

but he hurts me more than humanly possible.

My heart hurts.

No….my mind hurts.

Hell….my soul hurts.

FUCK THIS! It’s deeper than that.

But no words can convey.

No words.

No actions.

Nothing could express.

I’m infatuated.

No….I’m in love.

No!…..I’m obsessed.

Fuck it……..I don’t even know.

I see him.

No…..I hear him.

No!………I FEEL him.

Fuck this all!!

I love him.

NO!! I HATE HIM!!

I need him……