“Please… Don’t stop.” She’s been dipping my feet into the shallow end of the pool, but the truth is. I’m tired of testing waters. I’m tired of being careful. Of being afraid. I want her to pull me under and let me drown in this guilt I carry for wanting to willingly surrender myself to the very woman who made me want to die. She vowed to take my life but the problem is. She already has. She had it the moment she saved my life. My perception of life and death, it’s all about the part you play. The story you learn. Not all villains are born that way. She was not born a monster. She was brought
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