so you let me control you.
it's either i'll be merciful to you,
or hurt you enough that
you'll want to shake off my claws.
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i won't stop you from leaving me,
if you could. i also wont stop you
from staying.
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but unless you take your control back,
we'll go through this all over again.
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you'll consume me but i'll consume you more,
sickening your stomach until you believe
i was your cure.
i'll hold you til you bleed through my claws,
and still you would write poems about
the blood dripping down your arms,
staining your hands, corrupting your fingers.
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you'll never really be able to shake me off.
i am now your cure, your only reality.
because you let me be.