Its wide spread
Eats at you like a cancer
Taking what ever is in its path
Some how slowly devouring
Pulling at your life force from deep with-in
Burning away all that makes you you
Kind is not often used to describe
More of a pain that won't subside
The Boiling rising from a place you can not find
Strange how pain can cause pleasure
And pleasure cause such pain
Wanting to much but nothing to gain
Needing a cure
but desiring a fix
This thing called "Love" is bound to make us sick...
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