Friction, addiction, contemplating the asphyxiation. Control of the sources, as the forces go deep. Deep inside my inner core, the vessels fade to black. Fading into the night, I sacrifice what could be right. Feeling the cold leaves beneath my feet, running from the only thing I've ever known. Suffering from the love, wanting the hate, my heart swells larger with such disgrace. I can't discipline the drive to loath, and bask in you. I hear you, smell you, I just can't stand you. Yet you hold me dear to your shallow empty heart. What is love envied by it's own hunger?
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