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I wish more people could recognize the beauty in staying true to oneself; diverging from traditional thought and realizing reality. Craving a life that consists of souls piercing through each other, creating chains unlinked to sexuality. Desiring what is deeper than flesh. Although, I am guilty for wanting to gently kiss your delicate soul; nyctinastic bleeding on contact, dripping down my lips. Morbidly contemplating your defined edges. All I can think about is the weight of insanity that sinks deeper into my mind. Little did I know that your power was my poison. Little did I expect that my poison nurtured your power. An endless cycle that I find hard to regret.