everywhere i turn,
there you are.
haunting me like a fucking ghost,
haven't you done enough?
why am i good enough to fuck,
but not good enough,
for anything else? 
and why the fuck do i love you
so much it takes my breath away. 
rest, already, please,
just let me be.
let me be.

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