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Power in anger.
Here I am, faced with the confusion and awkwardness of all that was 'life'. It was my love, right there. All that I ever wanted to embrace, sweet and tender. All the desires of the flesh, could be mine with but the simplest of words. To unleash these words, though, would not be me. This communication was forbidden by law, my self proclaimed law. I will not prosicute myself for breaking whatever ideals I have.
My hate. That which I push away; that which always comes back for more. Is it ironic, that this hate is my best friend? But all my insides, boil at the presence. All the hatred drooped over my love, curessing each curve. I stood and watched.
I resented it.
I hated it.
I will not speak out, the love will look for my eyes, I will look away. The love will feel sorry, I will feel hate. I was pitiful, I was helpless. And how angry it made me.
I weakend, I slouched, I teared.
I found strength in sadness, I found strength in anger. I straightened, I blinked. And with that I walked away from what I loved, what I hated. I walked away from all emotions, I now felt nothing for either.
No more will I weaken at the site of my faults.
I haven't edited it, I just wrote it.
I hope it will give you a view on anything, or maybe help you.
It is more or less a true story.
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I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
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