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Jan 2018
When can I go home.?
I gave up everything to be with you,
Now the days have become longer.

I trained myself to love you,
And now I’m slowly watching,
As you change me into your puppet.

I always knew it would end up this way,
Your hands squeezing my throat,
While caressing my head,

I know I’ll never leave,
This place has become much too comfortable,
Besides, I forgot what the outside smells like..
Late night feels.
Loveless
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Loveless  Vatican City.
(Vatican City.)   
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