What kind of love or attraction is this? I can’t even tell myself to STOP!
To stop thinking about him…
To stop dreaming about him…
To STOP LOVING HIM…
Sometimes, I feel I need to lock myself up inside a padded room with a strait jacket like the ones in the mental asylum. Maybe there, I’ll learn how to hold back.
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