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again again again

oh my god: he's got me.
his fingers tighten around my wrist
as he pulls me through the cracks in the walls.
my throat screams numb..
but he keeps going.
my head spins out of control
and i love every minute.
its easy to give in when he speaks
like that.
those words are my comfort;
it doesn't matter that i'm being blinded by deciet.
so long as his lovely face still smiles at me.
why can't i see through this
ongoing fasad?
why am i rejecting all that i believe?
snap back to reality...
he apologizes and i give in yet
again.
again.
again.
i see something in his eye that's not genuine.
and just as i start to break free of his grip,
he says he loves me.
oh my god: he's got me.

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