CUFFS

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     Coughs, coughs, coughs... I will forever inject my vessels with these chemicals extracted from this rare breed of obsession until I find a far potent chemistry...one enough to constantly initiate a continuos tap tap effect on my feet and put me on a leash but also on a verge of addiction. CUFFS.
I was the flowing water, quenching the thirst of distal and neighbouring lands with my outlets until you damed me. CUFFS. I was the mad scientist constantly experimenting on models of you..until you blew out of proportion and crawled through my tract to my lungs COUGHS.
I was the puppetmaster with schemingly free hands creatively making fun basically until you came through CUFFS. I feel too restricted to constantly knot with just one end of a sleeve until you replaced that end and used your CUFFS.
I knew from the start that I had struggles adjusting to this new predicament which you have put me in but as time held me down, I began to enjoy this position, this condition, this confines, this fastener. I remember how life felt before you came through but I didn't dwell on thoughts of the past too much so that my newly found present will roll into the future and I will still have enough time to unwrap it.
I was always thinking about why she felt the need to interfere with my previously adapted role but more importantly I was curious as to how she tracked me down... I was overly curious about too many things wondering if there were others like me in her life before she had me cornered...Curiosity they said killed the cat but curiosity i believe brought it back to life, talk about nine lives. Ok look I saw some impression she made to tell me I was the special one but maybe "special" wasn't enough, maybe "only" should have accompanied "special" but that didn't do the trick, maybe "only" alone...but then I won't be special.
The thing about Jealousy and love is that Jealousy would be love if it wasn't so parasitic or selfish. It feeds on you not loving yourself enough just as it feeds on my feeling of not being enough. It does not propagate love as many think because You now basically make everything about you. CUFFS.
She is flowing through my veins now, giving me life...but what if she was giving life to others before me, What if she will give life to others after, What if I am truly her special one but giving life is her Essence. Now if her Essence is gone, How will I remain special? Looking at it now I feel like I having been Cuffing her too.
_ESTON.

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