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What a world this is we live in, that one person can hold complete control over another's emotions. Like strings attached to puppet, the one pulling them controlling all your moods and feelings. Deciding whether they want to completely rip you to fucking shreds, or make you feel immensely invincible.

What a world this is we live in, that one person can compare you to pencil strokes on a page, erasing you anytime they feel. The ink of impact you had on their life was nothing permanent. Allowing you to become a lost page in an old journal.

What a world this is we live in, that one person can decide to take on the role of a God, telling you whether or not you deserve to live. That even though they may not have brought you into this world, they think they have the power to take you out. That if you listen, in the blink of an eye your existence is nothing more than dust that sits in the untouched corners of a cemetery. 

What a world this is we live in. That you would be willing to let one person, out of seven billion, destroy you.

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