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12.12.15

8/21/2017

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Under surveillance.
The consequences of every action must be considered.
You hold the key.
I am in your prison.
Trapped, but unaware.
Imprisoned, but told that this is love.
Love.
Love.
Love convinced me to relinquish my freedom.
Love.
Love.
Love is an illusion.
You cast the spell.
I was hit, deceived, imprisoned.
There was no escape because I did not know I was your prisoner.
Clever.
Trick after trick. You were a magician.
Threats are love.
Receiving physical pain is love.
Cruel words are love.
Love.
Love.
Love is a clever trick, a lie, a prison.
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