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How fervently I tried to regain her love! How many bad poems I wrote and arguments I made on my behalf! How insecure and jealous I was if she dated someone else, even after I’d callously trampled on her heart! How vicious the self-flagellations on the frayed netting of my nervous system……Please come back to me so I can escape this searing, sleepless, and foodless pain. So I can escape this obsessive need for your love. So I can escape myself. Like a little orphan baby who cries out to be held, only to cry again when they are picked up, because they can’t handle the closeness.
Acid for the Children: A Memoir
by Flea
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