Incurable
So I have a disease.
And its incurable.
Woah! Did that scare you?
I'm sorry. I meant my heart.
My heart is my disease.
And my love is incurable.
I've had them both for quite some time now.
And they're only getting stronger by the day.
I love too hard.
I care too much.
And it's making me weak.
It's causing unnecessary pain.
But I've always had a warm heart.
Unfortunately, it's incurable. -J.S .
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Bare Soul
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