the thought of owning a person, is compelling to you, but you yourself wouldn’t let yourself be owned.
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because you are fleeting, dear, and you already you can feel regression remission a relapse into a state of so disagreeableness. you must flee. this is call fight or flight. and to resist such things is futile, because you know yourself giving in from the very beginning. what are we left with, in the end, after all the things we have said?
surely not more than the same repetitive declarations at every silence every pause between us as if to fill the gap already widening. as if at every interlude you would need to pad it with fluff. an attitude so desperate as to not silence reign. as if the breath of another is intolerable. as if every sigh incomprehensible.
at each laugh, each chuckle, you discriminate. now here meanness takes a new meaning. it is considered a virtue, when in fact, it is no more than a marked disdain, one after another, until finally you have emptied yourself of even that, and so, you are left with a bitter aftertaste. contempt.
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