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My own parents don’t love me, so there must be something wrong with me. I belong in darkness.
A chant repeats in my mind: all mine, all mine, all mine, mine, mine.
We’re not some sweet love story. We’d be a hate fuck at best. Raw, angry, and dead set on hurting each other as much as possible. Blair and I are oil and fucking water doused in kerosine and lit in hellfire.
I repeat my mantra, my sacred rule in my head. Love nothing, let no one in close enough to hurt.
“I’m in control of your sins now, my demonic angel.”