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What kind of god creates a life so miserable and unbearable, full of dissension and strife?
He tethered me to the ground enough for me to gain my footing through the chaotic thoughts.
There’s this new rage living inside of me that wasn’t present before. One that’s begging to be let off its leash.
We're two souls connecting. Greeting one another after time away.
The only difference is fear, and fear is a weakness I refuse to have.
He watches me like I'm the only other person in the world. Like every move I make is the most interesting, most outrageous thing he's ever witnessed.
Where she is light and love and everything good in the world, I bleed black. I crave revenge and flourish in darkness. Where she breathes life, I breed death.
Oops. That will confuse the coroner.
“Good. Get angry. Show your fucking teeth and use this rage against someone who deserves it. Stop lying down and taking all this bullshit from everyone who claims to love you, and defend yourself for once,”
“Death is inevitable. Grief is a privilege. It means you've loved someone enough to want the impossible—for them to live forever.”
“The fact that you're asking me that is absolutely gutting,” he mumbles into the ground.
“How do you expect to convince me you aren't the villain in my story when you're always around when bad things happen?”
It's not functional or sane, but it makes it okay.
But I could never punish him for loving me so fiercely. He found me again. We lost each other in the chaos that everyone else created in our lives, and he still managed to get to me.
I couldn't be happier or more obsessed with her.
“Regardless of how I feel about you, I refuse to live trapped beneath you for the rest of my life. You can't control me like he tried to do.”
Where I thought I was putting an end to toxic cycles, it turns out I’m just evolving them into new, even worse ones.
I’d walk through fire if someone I loved asked me to do it.
“Fine. Let's kill these assholes so we can get married.” I've never loved her more.
I’m so fucking sick of men thinking they can just take and take and take until there’s nothing left.

