Torture

Thinking of you is torture. Why do you exist? Why did I have to know you? What have you done to me, my love? I think of you every second. I’m trying desperately to forget about you momentarily but I can’t. You overwhelm me. This is killing me. I need you badly. I’m doomed. I worship you. I can’t let you suffer in the slightest. I devote my life to you. I won’t rest until I have made sure the world is safe for you to live in. Please, forgive me.

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