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The Pull. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What is this feeling in my chest? It’s like a magnets pull, Or my heart trying to escape. It does not physically hurt But it feels as if it should. It’s like an emptiness, or a yearning. Something a can barely describe, In mere word at least. It’s a purely emotional feeling. So why is it stronger when your near? Is it love? Is it lust? A mix of both? Or something more? It is slowly driving me mad. I know I hold feelings for you, But you will never return them. Is this the pain I feel? Why will it not leave? Its torture not knowing Why do I feel for you? When I know it will never be. But still a shiver runs through me, Every time we speak. I think I have gone mad. Mad with this pull in my chest. Could it be my heart is breaking? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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