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Your control over me is insane. Do you realize that the words you say        jiggle round and round my brain, pounding, pounding, tearing at me from within and I can't even begin to make it cease, this tortuous game from which there is no release. pounding, pounding, You really have no clue, do you? how much your words affect me, make me reflect on everything and the effect is nonstop pounding, pounding, causing me to clomp to the brink while struggling, trying not to sink deep into the very emotions you cause by attempting to stop them. The ironic pounding, pounding, of a few words, you have no idea the consequence they bring and suddenly I'm running, bounding, bounding, leaping willingly off the edge.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Control
Your control over me is insane. Do you realize that the words you say        jiggle round and round my brain, pounding, pounding, tearing at me from within and I can't even begin to make it cease, this tortuous game from which there is no release. pounding, pounding, You really have no clue, do you? how much your words affect me, make me reflect on everything and the effect is nonstop pounding, pounding, causing me to clomp to the brink while struggling, trying not to sink deep into the very emotions you cause by attempting to stop them. The ironic pounding, pounding, of a few words, you have no idea the consequence they bring and suddenly I'm running, bounding, bounding, leaping willingly off the edge.
Amberlynne
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
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