I'm attracted to emptiness. I crave to make you full. For you to understand and to believe, you have complete control. I cradle your broken pieces. Pieces that can be fixed. Pieces that aren't for me to touch, But my body can't resist. You're superior to me, Which is what I want you to be. I attempt to set lost souls free. Yet I'm self destructive, when it comes to me.
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