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There's this thing -- this feeling -- that worms around in your gut and eats away at you. No matter how hard to try to ignore it and get it to go away, it keeps coming back.

Oh, it's horrible. Truely horrible.

It bites at your heals and screams taunting words at you.

When you run and hide from it... it follows you with a slow, steady pace, with a look of confidence that plainly says 'I know I'll catch you, it's only a matter of time'. You instantly know you're trapped.

You feel helpless.

You want to give up.

You do give up.

Then the very thing you were running from leans down, brushes the dust from your face, and brings you into the light.

You realize you're in love.

You curse it all.

All of it.

Every last bit.

You cover your ears and ignore it's hymms.

Try to, at least.

But fail, of course.

And scream yourself into unconciousness.

If you're lucky.

If you're a loser, like me, you wake up in the arms of the one you care for. They say a simple phrase -- a "What in the hell were you thinking!?" -- so full of anger that you know you're hated and nothing will ever work out and ohhhh your life is horrible now and and and...

When you take that first step off of the bridge you don't care that you hear their voice behind you screaming to stop. You don't care that the tone in their voice is one of worry. One you've never heard before.

All you care about is how icy cold that water is when you hit it, and how in a moment everything will be alright, because when you're dead and dreaming you can have everything you want.

You can have a happily ever after.

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YxK has so much potential to be angsty. Especially since I can't write fluff to save my pathetic little life.