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So Much It Hurts

Like a splinter in my thumb, I think of you each day. Like a cold sore on my lip, you just won't go away. Like a paper cut on my finger, I'm reminded that you're there. Like a nit explosion in primary school you're always in my hair. Like an ice-cream headache in summer, you hit me unexpectedly. Like a fright inside a haunted house, you're that little bit of wee. Like a stone inside my shoe, you leave me limp with pain. Like the proverbial penny that's bad, you turn up time and time again. Like a bolt from out of the blue, you hit me from above. I can't deny it, it must be true, I think that I'm in love.

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