Metaphor:

She is like a solute if my life is a solvent. She dissolves into my life and takes it over, is everywhere and changes everything. Try as I might to change her composition, to make her insoluble just once to keep just one corner of my life clean, she slips through my fingers and invades every nook and cranny she can find, changing my composition, leaving me tired and something else and confused and forgotten about.
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