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I am? Not myself.
I like? Things that make me flinch.
But get in contact with me if you fear nothing or everything.
I like meeting new potentiality.
"She tried temptations in all forms, but found none more pleasing then that what she could not have. The irony in how she voiced this to others alluded her and she found the sickly sweet smell of crimson followed her, forever suffocating as it drowned her in unwanted memories. She found herself addicted, attracted to pain and dominance in another form. Like a desperate druggie she'd keep fighting, not to sway them to leave her be, but to provoke into continuing. Her life was never normal, though life cannot be classed in such simplified terms. She fell in love with those she was not allowed, yet found herself hiding from the ones she could have. She was a messy bundle of fears, problems and pains. But it was her bundle, and she dealt with it alone."
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What if we could, with one touch, be in tune the everything that one was, is, will be. What would you find when you touched your friends? Would you see them as you once had? Would you remain oblivious? How would it effect you, when you realised that your problems were either small and insignificant, or actually truly harsh and straining against theirs. Would it conquer the forever loneliness? or drive it further?
What then would you find if you were able to touch yourself? What would I see if I could really see me? Trying to explain myself to others but always blotching it up. Would I be able to explain then what drives me? The things I suffer from? The things I crave? Could I tell you in a few simple words my connections and obsessions with power, dominance, fear, blood, love, pain and pleasure. Do such things exist? Would I scare you with my knowledge of myself? or would the knowledge scare you? Would you find comfort in honesty? Would you like what you found, claws drawn behind my eyes? Unpredictable, unbreakable me.
Find a way to know me in and out.
To know my weaknesses, my pains, my pleasures.
I know of the fears I may or may not have.
And then, perhaps, you'll find a way to break me.
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But [i:a0c02dacbe]smile[/i:a0c02dacbe] like the world is applauding.
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