i understand that i am asking a lot of you.
i realize that i am being unreasonable.
constantly demanding; you are constantly in demand.
it must be exhausting to be loved this much
and this is not a guilt trip.
it's just the tired truth.
twisted, and laced with unexplainable fear
and also something larger.
pure paranoia.
terror takes over, my actions affected accordingly due to this anxiety.
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