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This explains the deep feeling of love the narrator feels with a man. |
| The love was like fog, thick and heavy. It swallowed me, and it became harder to breath. I did not want to be rescued, For the fog had entered my mind, and swirled in my spirit. The world needs this, I thought. The power of love. It is overwhelming. The depth is eternal. It swallowed me, and I became part of it, part of him. My breathing is rapid, and my thoughts are slow and heavy. The fog is thick, and I am choked up. His life, his worries, they are all a part of me. It is a pleasant death, to die in love. If I must die for him, I shall. We have now fallen into a hole. The deep, depth of love........... |