the suffering
Incessant suffering caused by the smoldering abhorrence you harbor within ... envelopes every part of my being, constricting me until I collude my demolished soul. You are the master and I am your perennial slave.... and at this point I wouldn't have it any other way. I exotically dance in the calamity of fists, split lips, and cold hearted infidelities... Profanity being the continuous beat of these expiring melodies. I am permanently sealed away from the world of self acceptance and true love. Qualities I have been brainwashed to perceive I am unworthy of. Habitual abuse infuse the shatterproof trauma bonds that sink its insatiable roots into my broken brain. We are one. I am him and HE IS EVERY PART OF ME, an inseparable parasitic twin. This possession of venomous romance is my untimely conclusion.
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