You're a fool.
Perhaps just a sucker for punishment?
Maybe a mixture of both?
Who knows. You don't even know.
For whatever reason you found yourself interested in me.
That was your first mistake. You make so many mistakes.
You're prey masking yourself as the predator but found yourself
being hunted...by me. See, I told you that you're a fool.
Pretending to fit your picture of what a man is..is fine. Fine..perfectly fine. For you. You don't like how that perfect little picture you painted for yourself becomes distorted in my presence.
This manly figure is now a blushing, panicked and confused little boy. So you run. Foolish.
You're only making the game much more fun. For me. Run, hide..deny...do all you can to resist the urge to return to because in the end...you'll always come back to me.
For you, one who has created this ideal picture of who you want others to see you as; you're missing a perfect golden frame to make sure you stay in order. I'm that frame.
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