stockholm syndrome

Posted on January 27, 2012

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I hit you last night forty seven times,
this morning I woke up in peace, the sky was red.
today I can actually see the Stockholm syndrome…
I’m in fact your slave,
your very own psychopath,
hate me so I’ll know you exist!
It’s all so very confusing.
I like to believe that you love me, but how could you?
let’s just watch the sun, so it will burn our eyes.
I look at you and see no one,
in my soul you died forty seven times.
once again for the last time…please show me the moon

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