But I do.
My heart swells when I think about you.
It aches with a longing that cannot be understood through words or pictures.
I cannot comfort it, it goes too deep.
Like a monster, caged in my ribs, stuck in the claustrophobic space between my lungs and my bones
it demolishes everything in sight, everything meaning my heart.
Every small, insignificant thought about you wakes the monster, poking it to cruelly damage my heart again.
I need to stop this masochism, but I can't help thinking about.
you.
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