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Gurlugon -> Too far. (3/11/2010 8:47:27 PM)
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No, I don't feel like it.
I'm in a bad mood, I'm angry, I don't want sex.
She keeps pushing me. Three years and she still pushes me, as if she doesn't know my anger.
I eventually lash out. She shouldn't have pushed me.
I tell her the truth. She shouldn't have pushed me.
I grab her by the hair. I tell her that I'm done with her walking all over me. This is my relationship, not ours. I tell her that I am not her little bitch.
She shouldn't have fucking pushed me.
She cries and cries. She pushes me away, tries to bite.
I try to hold her and apologize; she doesn't understand.
She will never understand my need.
My need for control.
My need for solidarity.
My need for fucking silence.
And I reflect on myself...
I hate others as a I hate myself as I hate the ones that gave me life.
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