Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed." (David Benioff - City of Thieves)
Oh my dearest, how I have not missed the endless nights kept awake by your very presence. Or how you torment me with the vivid array of thoughts and queries about anything and everything imaginable. The grip you have on me tightens with each visit you pay me, making me wish for a time when I was free from your hold. Free to rest and recover until our next encounter throws me back into the gauntlet. Why can I not just be rid of you? Will you ever just leave me to be in peace?
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