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Ruin me.
Please transform me.
Please push my soul to breaking point.
Please make me burn, break, ache, shiver, cry, scream, run, hide, swim, dive, trip, fall and then make me new. For when you make me feel uncomfortable, my body reacts with tremendous strength. For when you provide the gasoline my body provides the fire. For when you manipulate me and control me and possess me, you challenge my soul to overcome the limitations set by you. And yet dearly I love you. Build me up and break me down. Marry me and then divorce me. Set me free only to imprison me again. God it feels good. Keep going.
For I crave pain.
It’s the secret ingredient.
To success.
It’s the secret ingredient,
I long for.
For I know it’s not healthy. I know it’s not normal. I know it’s insane.
Psychotic even.
But if a rush of danger and adrenaline is what I need to transform my soul, then I'll do anything to do just that.
For I don’t care what people think of us, or better yet, what they think of me. Just keep doing whatever you’re doing because…
It’s working.
Don’t you get it?
