«I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. (...) I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight. As long as the wrong feels right (...) And I love it the more that I suffer, I sufficate and right before I' m about to drown - She resuscitates me. She fucking hates me, and I love it.»

I hate you as much as I love you. How strange is that? But the most strange is that you like it.

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