My happiness comes only from my pain.
My contentment only in my discomfort.
These feelings become confused. A mess left to possibly never be unscrambled.
The complexity of this world, so severe. The complexity of you... ever more so.
You, the only one who makes me this way.
Driving me mad with pain, but being the only one to run it away.
You challenge my mind and heart to no end. Why?
Does my confusion give you solace? Does my ill-knowing provide you happiness? Do you even realize what's happening?
There's a war inside me. One of magnitudes you cannot fathom.
Do you even notice?
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