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One of my favorite memories of you is a recent one.
When I was in the hospital with sciatica,I told you to go because there was no reason for you
to stay while I awaited treatment.
You bent over and kissed me
on the top of my head before departing.
I hadn't felt your affection like this in a long time.
I watched you leave.
My uncontrollable jealousies
have destroyed everything.
Imagining you
in the arms of others
has driven me mad.
Mad! Mad! Mad!
I would try my best to control my anger,
but it would simmer
until it exploded like a volcano,
my fury flowing forth like red-hot lava.
And now there is nothing but devastation.
I live an existence of annihilation.
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