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I met a man.
He's not kind. He's not cruel. He's just... unreadable.
I'm a mess-clumsy, anxious, barely holding it together.
He watches me like he's waiting for me to unravel.
Then he sees a crack in my life-
and wedges himself in like rot in old wood.
One deal.
And suddenly, he owns me. My time. My body. My silence.
He doesn't want my heart. He wants control.
He won't stop
until I'm broken open,
and what's left belongs only to him.