beware my dear. for my love is toxic. hidden and fearful, but ever so strong.
but you're love is burning. it pulls at the strings of my puppet like state.
though i often long to hold you near. i barely resist hating you for the anxiety you have caused.
you have held me under. and i fear i may never breathe again.
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