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I hate myself for loving you...
I know it's wrong but it feels right.
What is so wrong with me
To feel this way for my doctor?
I wish I could tell you,
I know I can't though.
It would ruin my progress.
It would destroy recovery.
Am I screwing myself over by not being honest?
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Author's note: I know I can't be honest and that nothing will happen for a variety of reasons but I needed to vent. If anyone has any advice or resources, I would love to know what they are.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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