Placebo
she says
she loves
me and the
feeling is good
feeling that
the world
will never
end
happiness
becomes
addiction
loneliness
forgotten
in blurred
vision just
side effects
what is this
thing called
love?
what is this
thing called,
love?
questioning
commas
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