I put you on the shelf like an old toy. Something that was once new, shiny, and intensely loved for ten minutes.You are a member of my collection. You let me do this to you.
Though, its not because I want to be this way.
It's because you are complete submission. Clinging like a parasite. Dying without a host.
"The slave thinks he is released from bondage only to find a stronger set of chains",
and you will. Its in your nature. It's in your lack of belonging, your unfound self, and your inability to stand unsupported.
Its a choice of being. I can only offer myself , downfalls included.
You put me higher than I belong, now you know what its like to be below.
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