Thursday, September 11, 2014
I fear to hope that someday we will part and I’m yet free of the touch of your soured soul and that horrifying darkness you bring with you everywhere you go. I long for the days when the sun warmed my face and the sound of laughter was part of my live, but I know that the sun no longer shines and laughter has fell silent.
I don’t blame you, I blame myself for not seeing what you truly are the abyss, and you do what evil does and I did not see it until it was too late. Hope has left me and all that is left is fear and loathing, I fear what is yet to come and I loathe myself for not being able to stand up to you, which makes me weak and powerless as well. Your control over me is complete I have no will left to fight with. I throw myself at whatever mercy you may have, take what little I have left, take from me all the hope and joy you can, I will take all the pain and misfortune you can levy on me, I will grovel at your feet and beg for mercy, knowing it will never come… it is complete I am broken.
Our dinner reservations are at eight, the kids will be at your parents and Happy Birthday!!!! —Slave
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