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2024-10-29 19:42:56When you venture into the dark,
You shouldn't fear to meet with darkness.When you wish to be in the light,Then you must first walk through the darkness.You got your demons, they are nothing compared to the monster I saw when you bound me in your house. He was out for blood, not because I had done anything to him, but because he seeks you. He would tear your world limb to limb to erase everything you love. He had the anger in his eyes, the lust for blood. I know because I felt the same when I stabbed my ex straight to his heart. I have seen it before when James beat me until I lost the baby.
From what I can gather, he has his eyes on you. He knows when you leave the house, when you return and when you go to bed. He knows who you dine with, who you meet with and even sleep with. He watches your eve
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