You are everything to me.
my muse my block You are the source of my discomfort and my aid to rest. You created who I am but destroyed who I want to be. It is all you. You are my image of love, friendship, heartbreak, and fate. You crawl under my skin where I can feel you but you go unseen. I want you to be nothing, do you hear?
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