To explain my loneliness to you would be like trying to explain the birds and bees to a child uncorrupt.
I long for one will sire my evil, the one who’d capture my fluttering heart and contain it to a small inched box; only opening it to whom the capturer intended to show his prize to. In a way being isolated, controlled and classified goes against all my social means. However if I long for such a thing so cruel – should I be denied it?
Do you see the complicated script of my soul being played out for you? Of course you, let alone any other would not understand nor be able to translate it, as I am alone in my despair. My desperate need or more an urge to seek such a torture pleasured being
What am I?
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