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My heart was beating so fast, I could feel the blood pumping through me, just thinking about her, her luscious energy. I groaned slowly, she was so wonderful, the way she could just wind me in with the way she made me feel. Why where they locking me up? I love her! She made me happy, no one else could do that, but she did. No one wants me to see her, they all hate her! They don’t understand the way she makes me feel with her powerful claws of love and hate and how beautiful everything looks when she’s around, the world looks so different with her. God I missed her, my head ached being in this room, knowing that I could be seeing her. Why can’t they try to understand how she makes me feel? My heart thumps so fast! My mind is racing, I wish she where here. I was always so lonely when she left though, so depressed and hurt. Begging my very mind to bring her back to me again. I feel like my minds been trashed with her things, signature moments, of which our love truly flows deep. I squirm in my seat now, desperate for her touch. I want to run and see her and feel her pulse through mine once again. No, no, NO! I won’t stand for this! What right do they have to keep me from the one I love? I am yelling as loud as I can. I said but my head hurts too much. I feel so sick, so very sick. It’s been a full day without her heart beating in time with mine, without her soft yet hard mixture of love flowing freely through me, in touch with my very soul. Breathing is becoming hard for me, the very thought of breathing, without her, is hard. I know what they are thinking, my mother and that doctor, they think I’m crazy. Love is love, how can it be crazy? I start bashing my head against the wall, It hurts so much! Just stop the hurting! I beg them with my hands together, please just stop the pain! I throw up all over the floor. I didn’t think I had anything left to throw up, haven’t eaten in days. There’s a pain all over, anything just to see her again, just to see her. The aching it won’t cease to allow me some proper thought. Doctor gave me Panadol. It doesn’t work, I bash on the windows and door till my hands are bruised and sore. I started kicking things and breaking the chair, desperate for some sort of release from my head built prison from the prison of a room they are keeping me in. I fall to the floor depressed and in pain. My heart was broken, for I knew she was using me. For all this time, I came to her with arms open. She used me purely to keep herself alive, within me her spirit was filling out, making herself whole, and now I wasn’t there to keep her alive and she hated me. She Left me for dead on the floor. She had possessed me and she didn’t want to let go. I felt her grip around my heart and head and begged for god to make her let go. She has such a hold on me, she had, such a hold on me. Making me believe she’d fulfil her promise of sweet love till death do us part. She had me on a string, a puppet for her magic ways, but I will get past your lies my love, my sweet intoxicating heroin.