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He used to the same thing, you know? The only difference is, I don't feel anything when you do it, I don't feel a throbbing surge of betrayal and disbelief as he threw me down. It's a comfort to feel nothing and I thank you for that. I thank you for letting me feel absolutely nothing when your palm connects with the sensitive flesh of my cheek or fist with my stomach.
I'll never be cured of the disease that is my mind and your attempts will always fail, we both know the only cure is a bullet in between my eyes. And you know what I truly hope to happen? I hope you're the one to pull the trigger, I hope you're the one to kill me.
