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No matter what I do to try to stop myself, I can never come to a halt and I continue to write pages and pages endlessly about you. The amount of ink spilled and the countless abundance of words written somehow adds up to all of the love spilled from the deepest caves within my heart. It's the things you do to me. It's the spell you cast on me, and I know that I am not breaking away from them anytime soon. It's as if I orbit around you. Even now, I'm thinking about you as I write with nothing but a full, beating heart, and a toothy grin across my face. The only thing I'm going to do now from here is continue writing pages and pages of love songs, emotions, and heartbreak with the ink of my heart, the pages of my sentiments, and the words of the holy, burning love that I feel for you.