I use to laugh to myself
of falling in love against all expectation
It yearns and waits for me like the mouth of suicide
In only my own emptiness do I stay
only to fight confusion and lose
this illusion is more real than life has ever been
the center of consciousness against my own indifference
I did not understand that it could be that strong
that fierce
that passionate hating the power
the control
the abuse of domination
which I am subject to the act of nurturance
I, despising myself for loving with great, unquestioning intensity
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