a study in love — part 4

1 Mar

I think that I am going mad. There is no way for me to be fully certain, but I know my mind and moods, and I am going mad. I am mad with love, and grief and longing, but most of all I am mad with anger, because you could not save me. They have me doped up on pills, words with more consonants than vowels, words I cannot pronounce, in a long dead language. I am going mad with the absence of you, and still they pump me. You cannot love something broken, and you cannot unbreak something loved.

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