You make the words run through my heart. They flow through my blood. I’m lighter. I must be dying. It was supposed to be painful.

How can you cause me to feel so much? Another person shouldn’t have this much control over my inner workings. To know which way the switches flip. To know which buttons do what without access to the manual.

You will always control me.

And I will always love it.

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