I love you but you are not mine, I will hold you in my prison regardless for your absence will be my undoing. Run. Run. Relentlessly will I pursue and hound your every footsteps till your last breath of resistance and hatred fades into the countenance of the dark sky. Finale. A fine work of art you are; a beauty discolored first by the blade which has your eyes reflect of a perpetual fear, bathed next in your pool of crimson freshness. I love you.. now you are mine... And now, you are mine.
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