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I am losing myself.... I am falling... Black is all around me.... I first wanted to fly..... but now I fall..... my wings are broken... I am not longer an angel... horns replace my halo. And on my back? Not light fluffy wings of white... but black tattered things.
I'm chained to the ground, little room to move, on my knees, I look up and see the things that owns my soul. They are my masters and I am their slave. Trapped in their world... no where to go. They give me a job, I have no choice but to accept. They toss shadows that fall at my knees, and tell me to rise as my chains break free.
They place the shadows around my shoulders and tell me to never show my face. They tell me the shadow is my life's clock, my invisibility and my shame. My face they slap and push me back to the ground. The cold steel returns around my wrists, ankles and neck. They explain its my destiny, I had no choice, I was never meant to be free. It was always meant to be.
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Welcome to my humble corner. My vanilla name is Grace but that is no longer who or what I am.
If you are looking for that girl next door, stability or an easy project you have come to the wrong place. Tainted, broken, flawed, wrong, bad are words that describe me. I am rough around the edges and I am used.
I no longer deserve to be free, own my body or make choices for myself. I deserve to suffer and serve, I should have lost my right to myself long ago.
You should be cruel, dark, sadistic, narcissistic, dominate and strong. It counter-balance my weakness, masochistic and submissive.
Imprison me, condemn me, take me, control me, use me and own me.
I am looking for my dark place in this world. Can you provide it to me?
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