The following piece contains mature language.
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"Do you still love me?"
"Yes."
The letters rolled off my tongue
As if
They've been waiting
To be
Liberated
From a dark and fiery hell
As good and freeing as it felt
It hurt so fucking much
To say the word
That let you,
The monster who beat me back into myself,
And made me feel as if I was nothing,
Believe
You could crawl back down my throat and feed on the invisible entity that is my own soul