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With nothing else to think of
With nothing else to wonder of
Is this the real feeling of love
or is it lust
spreading thoughts
of not being not good enough
for you
Addicted to know what you're doing
trying to let you know I'm not endangered
I still exist,
I don't want to be favored by you,
Just being noticed is something I can't resist.
I wait in silence...
It feels like decades, even centuries
that I haven't felt alive...
Just hoping he will leave those
who love to terrorize me...
Not even thinking you'll be in someone's head
I'll hunt you down
until I'm dead asleep in my bed,
you're an obsession...
A picture
of you,
makes me so sure,
it's a masterpiece,
a work of art
Do you think I'm crazy?
Do you think I need help?
Could you be my prince,
save me,
and be loved by no one else...
You're an obsession...
Jessica Garcia
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