09.18.03 I don't know how much time I have to write this. I feel very hurried, lest someone catch me - confessing. There was a confession between two people (more one sided than not) in my livingroom last night. He confessed and I fed, knowing exactly what I was doing. I led you here. Here I am, doing it again... knowing, playing, luring, stealing. Stealing trust that I know I shouldn't have. Stealing a heart that can never have me.
I am a monster. I can't help but to love this game. This morning there was a knock at the door. The secrets [words] of the night before were plain and obvious. I love this feeling - though what is it exactly? I warned you. |
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