progenitor

painful

always the same person

she talks to me softly

how to retreat violently

it tells me 

lies she lies

i find out

i am the liar

she was my friend

it was always me

the same f*****g person

again and again

what created pain

it feels the same

until...

we find the taste...

   it is Not the pleasure,

My Dear Friend

  my precious

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