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How heavy the load he carried seem to be, it weighed him down. The more he tried to get rid of it, the more he just couldn’t let it go. Like a parasite scourging across an under-developed country no remedy seemed to be in sight. As if it had latched onto him and was feeding off his most vital organs. He could hardly breathe at times. His vision was blurred in more ways than one. His friends and family avoided him as to not have to deal with the side-effects or help him in his dire straights. If only he could find a cure then maybe this thing wouldn’t be feeding off of his morality. Even his fiance had a hard time with him because the plague of love had him in its fiery grasp, he knew he was in trouble the more he stayed this way but how could he love to hate love?