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Apr 04, 2006 17:40

It's so sad how you'll keep me on a string. This poor thing. I know what you're doing and I don't want to stop it.
I know how you'll hurt me and as afraid as I am I don't care. She must have ran for now, and now I'll cover her bases yet again.
Or maybe she's not there yet, and I am the paperweight on these issues of Self-Hatred. All I want is for you to love me.

On one condition!

No baby, unconditionally. I am no runner up, I am no hostage to keep until your true prize. I may be a trophy but not to collect dust on this shelf.
These nails will rust and this wood devoured. Someone else will catch me when I fall if you don't set the alarm. Another competitor will get his
filthy hands on me. What a shame, I liked it near the clouds.

I love you. Please don't do this to me.
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