Disease

April 17, 2016

I must say that love is a disease

it can bring us to our highest so fast

but destroy us all with ease

And after that, not even a second do we last

It brings out our inner demons

they do not let us think or reason

Forcing us to end our pain

in the very worst kind of way

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