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Click hereTorture is your way. Maybe I deserve it for denial all these years. Maybe my ways have caught up with me. Freedom. Sweet freedom. Pain precedes relief. I have never hungered so completely, so all encompassing. I did not even know I needed you. Never thought I would. The moment the stone fell away and flesh was revealed, I was awestruck. I had no defense. You wrapped your thick fingers around my heart and tore it from my breast. My life from that moment on: a slow treacherous fall to the killing floor.
Art imatates life but life is art. What is life if not the story you wrap yourself in. Might as well be in Technicolor.