It happened

It happened upon when I was younger,

Some things you earn, some you fight for all your life, some are just handed to you. Some are born into you,

given without desire or need.

my entire person and my limits, she and her, wicked to the core

when I look at you or her.,

they seem consumed with what she can do to you.

understanding, i try. for some punishment other than abandonment. Anything else, please.

And she would reply, no, this is what you deserve.

body, tense.

in a fight-or-flight fight mood.

"Don't you DARE" she say

I do not know which is right anymore. I've been seeking out avenues of unconsciousness. Anything to escape the world.

The sun is too bright, I must turn my eyes away and cower instead of facing the day.

I've always been this way.

Wanting to be made, made to be owned. the capture. It's always a game of cat-and-mouse because some part of me wants to be contained and the other part would rather die than be trapped. And I don't know if it's going to resolve

That feeling feels like it owns you to your center. As a fighter, I like to escape in that feeling

In my wolf nest i rest.

not through the facade of just obeying orders and calling that success. I'm not in the army, and I would question orders. I have to be the fucking general. saying it

you will return my love

memories that make me shiver.

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