this morning my cat woke me up by tearing my skin open. it's been a few days since he's been doing this, and i've been waking up crying into the pillow because it hurts. he refuses to be trained. momma says we should let the cat go. says it's not healthy to be living like this. i agree. but i also know my cat will be hurt if i let it go. i know i'll always put its well being ahead of my own, because i love him too much to let him get hurt. he snuggles with me in winters. licks my face clean when i'm back home. is the only company i have when the house is empty and barren. i love him. he loves me. but i'm crying. i say he doesn't want to hurt me, doesn't even know he's hurting me. he just wants food. but i'm still tending to my wounds every morning. my hands are still bleeding. i'm still letting him hurt me. tomorrow i'll wake up, cry, feed him and let him stay.
i think that's what i do with people too.
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