Who?

One moment, you’re human, the next moment, an animal.

It is probably the last night, as I slump beneath his sheets, clawing at his will.

Everything is a fucking façade.

Tell me you love me.  I know it’s true.

A mask worn.

A need for approval.

Mascara running, hysterical, drunk.

Once the admiration fades, the mask is removed.

I demand that you tell me how much I mean to you.

The animal is exposed.

I can imagine what he is thinking.

Who the hell is this?

She is nothing like I thought.

She can’t be trusted.

She will ruin my life.


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