The place. I hate it, hate myself because of it, but it turns me inside out, every single time. Even when I simply think about it. It's got right inside my head, like a parasite, and won't let go. It's turned out to be something I've got no defences against, at all. It's like the worst kind of addiction, soul-destroying, but irresistible. Sweet, dark acid, eating away inside, leaving the surface, the facade the world sees, untouched, but destroying all structure within, leaving nothing but a roiling, churning mess of desire, of self-loathing. Not a step, but a leap closer to the precipice.
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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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