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He has me in his clutches. I am a puppet under his orchestration. He controls every move, every breath, every plan, every everything. I am not myself, only an extension of his will. And I love it, because being in his clutches is the closest I will ever get to him.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
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He has me in his clutches. I am a puppet under his orchestration. He controls every move, every breath, every plan, every everything. I am not myself, only an extension of his will. And I love it, because being in his clutches is the closest I will ever get to him.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
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