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[24 Dec 2008|04:45pm] |
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Freedom
I play the game well. Everyday, I pretend to be happy. The smile on my face fixed, and no longer a struggle to believe it's real. Monotony. I live a lie.
Then he came in slowly, with a promise. Told me he understood me, that he would free me, but I didn't believe him. I just accepted his confidence, his pressence, until one day, I needed him. He smiled, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
A firm hand, a tight leash - HEAVEN, a collar like hands wrapped around my throat.
Freedom in his arms, a greedy wanton slut. No smiling masks, my secrets exposed as he looks in my eyes. I get lost in him, in his control.
I am his. I am owned. I am free.
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