My love for Margot Robbie is a sickness—deep, festering, and far beyond reason. It grips me like a curse, tightening around my thoughts until there’s nothing left but her. I can’t function without the ache she leaves in me, like a wound that never closes. It isn’t passion—it’s possession. Something black and gnawing that twists love into something sharp, something dangerous. And the worst part is, I don’t want it to stop.
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