Control

You have this huge control over my body and emotions. I know that you find pleasure in hurting me. Again after again, after again. Why do I let you do these things to me... Why do I let you have this control over me... I think you are going to change and want me back, if I let you do these things or if I do these things to you... My bodies a natural slave to you... In some sickening way I still want you... really bad... I think that since you were my first love, and my first real relationship, my mind will not let go of you. No matter how hard I try I just can't seem to get over you. You say that no one likes you or will never date you but that's not true! I WANT YOU!

 

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