I just make him ill,physically ill. I imagine its that crater, an abyss in his stomach that i just continually punch through and make him feel ill. & I tie back my hands, and chain myself to the wall so I wont hurt him, but he's also hurt when I don't punch. I knew I was punching him, but only because he told me. I knew I was punching him but I didn't think it was that bad. I stopped punching him and he couldn't handle that either. I'm his poison. He has to move away from me so I won't hurt him, but I suspect it won't help.
I moved away from my poison and all I have are the erratic withdrawal symptoms. I miss my poison.
20/09/07
20/09/07
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