Me: Dear Doctor,
I wish I could tell you how I feel
Maybe then you'd know my feelings are real
Cause they are
And they burn
It's this pain
Inside my brain
Inside my heart
It's tearing me apart
I'd tell you how I feel
But I don't know where to start
It consumes
Me
It's ripping me
from the inside
out
An indescribable
uncontrollable
hole
And I tell myself to stop
I drop
to my knees
in tears
begging to be released
from this
Angelic
Hell
I don't know what to call it
Doctor: It's...
Love, I think
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