Infected, conflicted, war rages
on physically and mentally
I breathe shallow, unsteadier, second
by second.
I begin to babble, speak unclear,
idiotically, insane to everyone, but
her.
I've been infected. It's all her fault.
She made me feel this way, so mushy,
so caring, so compassionate...
I think I'm to hurl.
Ugh it's disgusting, but unsuspectingly
it feels good...
No! I must resist.
I need a vaccine, a cure, a treatment,
I don't want to feel this way, not again,
no not ever again.
I almost died last time.
This disease is fatal, futile, a
death sentence to all who succumb to it.
It creeps up on me, inch by inch,
corrupting me, infecting me,
the futile disease...
...Love...
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I adopted a chibi!
Name: Ari
Age:13
Likes: Sunsets, Poetry, and Yuri
Dislikes: Country, Ignorance
Owner: UnLukii
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