alliehill
One thought of you spawns an endless array of mindless musings that last throughout the day and well into the night. The sound of your voice throws me into a blank state, one that keeps me from functioning, from understanding, from caring about the world around me. I want to spend every waking hour with you...and yet, you are pure poison. An hour spent with you is an hour wasted. No matter how much I will deny it.
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