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Reviews Requested- Contains upsetting material - A short piece of prose. The addiction is calling. Do you understand?
Sometimes, when I start to fill the nagging, I begin to write from the point of view of the urge to cut. It helps me to feel it in a different perspective. The following is what resulted.
I am the thoughts that you wish were oblivion. I am the dreams that caress the malice of your soul. I am the aspirations that were lost to fruition living in incest with the hope that decays so easily in dripping strands. Don’t you love me? The pain offers a high from the numbing apathy. Say that you love me. I am only the loneliness that you refuse to abandon. I am not the easy warm caress of beautiful desire. I am the obsessive longing of addiction. Say that you love me. I am every broken promise. I am the dripping red hate of yourself. I am the glinting metal of the sadness that is tearing your chest apart. I offer you exactly what you want. Don’t lie. You could never hate me, because I make you feel when nothing else does. I make you forget to feel when the emotion is too much. I am your abandoned solace. Love me, love me, love me…
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