"Don't pretend to understand me. I know that love compels me, but it compels me in ways other than those you seem so quick to assume. Love doesn't compel me to embrace him; it compels me to see him suffer..."
Sometimes I wish the darkness, so fleeting, would become perminant. That I would fade away entirely into the liquid abyss. Away from this kalydascope of ever changing, never ending pain. Half blind by rage, eyes dripping with bloody tears. As I stumble through this homicidal joke you call life. Only darkness or death may bring the blessed obliviation that is my relief...
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