𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

ԹɾօӀօցմҽ

❝ 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ❞

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𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 is an overwhelming tide, surging through the depths of my soul, an unquenchable blaze that consumes me whole. it's an insatiable hunger, a gasping breath that yearns for closeness. 

to feel profound affection—an ache that vibrates in every fiber of my being, reverberating like a haunting melody that lingers in the darkest corners of my heart.

i love him.

he's an enigma wrapped in shadows, a calm storm whose very presence leaves me breathless. there's a cool detachment to him, a collected grace that both draws me in and frightens me. 

his kisses are ignitions of fire, stirring something deep inside me that i never knew existed.

every touch ignites a fierce want, an unbridled passion that leaves me craving more. he pulled me from the abyss of solitude, a beacon in the night. 

he is, without question, the love of my shattered life.

hate is a seething poison, a bitter venom coursing through my veins, clawing at the edges of my sanity.

it creeps in like a dark fog, a suffocating weight of hostility born from fear, anger, and the sharp sting of betrayal. it's an icy grip of antipathy that coils around my heart, squeezing until i gasp for breath.

i hate him.

when his mood shifts, a storm clouds his eyes, and i am met with a stranger cloaked in rage. the warmth he once acquainted me with is no more. leaving behind an unsettling chill that gnaws at my insides. 

i feel reduced to nothing—an unwanted shadow cast aside, a burdensome entity that dispenses with ease. in his fury, his hands become instruments of discipline, swift and unyielding. 

he is my oppressor.

he saved me from the clutches of loneliness, only to drag me back into despair's cold embrace. 

to stay is to anchor myself in this tempest, holding fast to the hope of what was. it means tethering my heart to his, even as it trembles in fear of the storm.

i want to stay with him.

to leave is to sever ties, to escape the chains of his affection, to flee the dark depths of this turbulent love.

i want to leave him.

yet the battle rages within me, a ceaseless war between desire and despair. what i ache for, what i yearn to grasp, seems irrelevant. in the discordance of my heart, only his will reigns supreme, his desires above my own.

what i like, what i dream of—these whims dissolve in the shadow of his demands. only his preferences shape my reality, stark in their merciless clarity.

i can't leave; i wouldn't dare.

he wouldn't allow it—my escape would be met with fury and possession, the fierce need to control, to trap me once more in his suffocating embrace.

i'm bound to him.

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