Devouring every ounce of me leaves an unsettled, distorted, unbalanced figure. In your sweetest luxury, I find myself unhinged and cleverly disguised. I felt dramatic, juvenile, and defeated. It is, but people like you that leave me lingering for more, only to be tempted into fame, faith, an oath. A sort of oath that you would label unclean and unjust. Rid me of this virus, this addiction, this temptation. Bathe me in his matrimony and relieve me of this punishment. I yearn for you, devote myself to you, and allowed one last entry into my heart. But your vacancy diminished. And with time I awaited your visit. I would give up my immortality to be yours. And D. West would have to notice through this piece, that I had no choice, but to lay her to rest. Remove thy shield and I, I will thrust every ounce of my integrity, my well-being, my flawless remorse into you and devote all of my entirety to making you pursue every bit of your compassion. Now close your eyes and feel. Then exhale every bit of your breath. Hold it. Struggle for air, but do not allow yourself to inhale. Cover your eyes with your hands and falter. This is how I feel. I know what I want, I know what I need, but I have to struggle, for it's allowance leaves me broke.
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