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The Abuse and the Abused.

To die by the hands of your lover.

It's a bittersweet concept that few rarely experience.

To not breathe the same air he breathes in this brief time in space.

To not feel his presence as our bonded red string falls to the pits of hell.

His dark eyes being the last glimmer of hope i see in this world.

The intimate moments where we explore each others crevices and discover a hidden world inside our bodies.

By the time this ends, my memory will fade into a dream as I die for you and you live for me.

I'll hold onto our secret until we meet in the place where our dreams can finally come true.

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kingafroninjaa
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Sep 30, 2012
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