My name is [redacted] and i am an addict. Addicted to losing myself in lost people. Maybe i’m a masochist, or unlucky, or…I don’t know, but i can’t seem to stop myself from falling into bad habits disguised as love. They said acceptance is the first step, but how am i supposed to accept the embrace of loneliness every night? His hands know every inch of my frame, he has searched the darkest corners of my mind and permeated my very being. He is the only lover I have not lost yet he’s the one i long to escape from. My memory is filled with reluctant heroes and their half-hearted attempts to liberate me, but maybe you can’t liberate what doesn’t want to be free.
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