lovethewayyoulie
Even if I ran a thousand miles away, I would still not rid of you. Your scent, your cruel vindictive ways. Leave me to die in peace, or forever hold your breathe and consent.
Something keeps me from coming near to you. A darkness, a fear that repels me; scares me. I can't be near to something which isn't even near to itself. It means nothing.
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