You enjoy every bit of pain

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His words are venom
Yet laced with glitter
Carving you into a sculpture ready for abandonment
Each time you run out of feelings he gives more
Nothing out of context
Only for you to be his body
So he can pour his juices into you to drip out
He never stays
Yet you're always by his side
He doesn't care
But you love him

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