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The Masochist

When I was with her, I never felt so alive, nor dead. I never felt so much love, nor so alone. I never felt so much pain, and so much joy. I never knew how strong I was, nor how weak. I never knew what I could do, nor what was out of reach. Still can't see a difference between loving her and torturing me.
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kevin-eli
American
Published
Jul 24, 2014
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7·65
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#pain#dead#alive#weak#her#joy#strong#reach#masochist
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