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Pulling me back in again. It's super magick. You're a magnet. I disdain so much about your frame, but it's magnetic. You're too short, the muscles that exist in your torso are like you're trying too hard. You don't fill out a tux well, and I think you know. I think you try to make up for that...

It's come to this, release me.

And then your arms open and I don't want them to. It's come to this - I always say the opposite of what I really want with you. It's where I learned to communicate. It started with no when I meant no, but no one ever listened when I spoke that way. If I wanted your...

I'm not sorry.

The inky night made me do it and I'm not sorry. You have no idea how alone I was in that car, in that hand-me-down sunbird, in that bucket seat, behind those headlights, in that alley. The night was a maw. You have no idea. I'm not sorry. What would you have done? You would have...

I look to you and I see nothing. 

It's a skill I wish I didn't have. I can see your emptiness. So many years wasted trying to convince myself I was wrong and wishing I was. You're a skin covering with bad intentions, nothing more. You're a sheet of blackness in 3/4 time. You give waltzing a...

These precious things, let them bleed. 

I hadn't heard of Tori Amos at that time, but that's what I was thinking. I don't know where that nihilism came from. But if I had to guess?

From feeling invisible. From reporting and being told he was a moneymaker - nothing was going to happen. But,...

I don't mind if you go blind. 

I wouldn't mind if your hands fall off at the wrists, it's no less than you deserve. 

I don't mind if you got hit by a car - what does that say about me and what you enacted on me? I actually quite enjoy the visual of you being hit by a car - I'm enjoying...