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nas'falon
escape,
E S C A P E.
y̶̘̣͡͝o̦̟͎̰̗̥̭̮̕͢͠u͕̥͟͝ ̧̘͔̰̜͈͡ͅl̠͔͞e̴̫̳t̩̰̰̹̹ ̷̨̹̟͖͙͈̜̬̘h̶̜̭͓͇̺̞̯͔̱̕i̱͓̯͇̘͕̥ḿ͍̱̮̭͘ ̶̜ṣ̥͙͚͎e͎̪̫̠̮ͅe̷̝̩͍͍̼͓̻.
it is a monster that swims beneath your veins
B̫͓̭̼͔͚͝E͏̠͕̞̲̰͎͔Ą͚̻̭̹̞̞ͅT̢̰̣̫̩̟̖̕S̸͏͓̦̘͇̼̞̝̬͓ ̶̨̬̦̩̣͓͓̝̪̺A̵̭̱̰̙̲̲͍̠̕͟G̲͓͕̱̫̫̭̪͙̕A̴̻̱͙̱͡I͏͖͎̞̣̹̳̕N̨̟̬̻̺̟̲̺̭͘͝S̴̶̗̯͉̳̰̻T̷͚̮ ̡̼̞̰̣͈̫͘Y̸̗̖̥͍O̷̺̮̕U͡͏̩̺̤͚̭͔͍R̨̗͙̥̘͙̱͎͝ͅ ̹̰͎̮͇͍̖S҉̵̢͖̠͇͙̝̝K̸̶͉̥̲̺͚̦̘͎U̱͕͟͜Ĺ̨̮̞̹̲̦͕̹ͅL҉̯͍̭̫͚
it is a mantra that you cannot forget, will not forget, for you are forced to obey to its whims.
rage, so explosive stems from t̶̠̯̼̫͠ͅe͕̞̖̲̕͡r̴̴̠͚r̡͓͚̪̰͜ͅó̪̖̩̜͙͝r̴̬͓̤͓̗̝̯͙̜͢, fear of...
abandonment, of being... r̜͕̩̦͕͝e̜̣̥̹͕͍͉͢p҉̙͇͍l̢̺̣͎̗̬̩̘̥̦̀a̸̡͙̠̱̥̝͇͉͠c̣̦͙̮ę̷͈d͎̭̦̞̘͍̀͜.
you helped him discover his own monster, lurking just b̦͖͕̠̕͜ͅe҉͖̞͙̗̲̰̝͢ͅn͢͏̪̦̳̼͚e͈̕͞a͇̣͎̣̹t̛͏̯̙͙̰̪ͅͅh҉͖͕͡͝ͅ the surface, you have shared flesh, tears and joy.. and yet..
infatuation, t̵͖̯̺̩̰̞͓͚̞̕͜h̶̹̟͕̭̕e̛͎̜̫̩̹͈̕ ̴̬̹͇̹̖͈̘m̡̨̘̹̩̗͎̲ͅo͏͍̲ͅn̪͍̦͍̙̺̝͔̺͘ş̵̲̼̮̗͚̼t̴̢̯̤̳̹͞e̷̱͉̙̙̫̲͇̫r̟͙͈͇͕͡ dictates that you play second fiddle..
that he see you as the monster.. j̡̠̭̳̠͓̮͍̜͜e͟͟͏̮͕̗͎̮͈a̵̛̜͚l͏҉͓̩̰̞ờ͔̰͈̕ù̙̱̘̪̘s̙̯̞̪͉̳͉͍̩y̛̪͉̞̥̻̝̣̝̜͠,̨͈̘̭̤̹̗͉̻͘ ̢̻̥͓͎̰̪ͅͅr̵̗̯̹͇͙͠à͈̟̖̣͎̞̫́g̭̮̬̩̦ͅȩ̹̦̦͓ ͏̝̟͘a̴͔͔̤͚̹̠̲̠͢͞n̶͍̻͕̫̻d̲͖̙̗̼͖͈͠ ̖͇͍o̰̼͓͟h͘҉̱̪̟̯̘.̠̘̻̕͢.͚͉͎̺͓ͅ ̛͓̯̘̺̻t̖̲̀h̨̭̣̠̬̤͢͡e̸͖̳̣͈̲̤̖ ҉҉͉̦̳̦͢f̵̩̘̦̮̘͓̝e҉̜̮a̛͔͔͚͙̫͓͈̤̮͠ŗ̜̯͚̗̯͇.̴̷̱͕
you fear losing the closeness, you fear the love turn to lies... and you don't even love him r̶͚͓o̗̭͚̬̗̤͡͝m̟̤͍̀͢a̴̞̣̦̻̳̜͘ͅn̲͓̕͠͠ṱ̸͖̹͈̥̞͢ͅi̸͈͍͖̘c̷̛͇̪͉͇͎͚̰̺a̮͓̮̝͝l͏̠͠l̙̥̣̹̲͘͟y̰̹̖̝̜̫.҉̦̥͉͍͎̪̺. and yet, your heart bleeds on your sleeve.
he is your nas'falon, your best friend.. the soul mate in which you feel a closeness above all else. and yet by comparison..
t͈̣͕h̪̳͉͔͕͞͝i̤̮͔̖̞͖̰̺̺͡s̶̫͇̫̙̰͜ͅ ̧͈̖͚̯͔̖̰͙í̧̤͙̪͢n̟̗̺f̵̛̥͙͕̙̤͞ͅà̤̘̤̱͎̲̥͞ţ͕̼u̘a̞͎͔̱̺͎̜͞t̴̻̮͢͜į̳̪̠̺̮̀o̫͇̺͢͠n̴͓̮̰̪̤̜͘͘ ̨̟̤̹͞h͇̰̠̦͉̭̞͠a̬̺̟̻̜̣͠s̨͚̤͕͓͉̟ ͙̹͙̥͎̖̼͚t͖̲͔̙́̕͘a̟͢͡ķ̸̰̱̗̲̪̯̩͜e̙̖̰̫͔͘͟ṋ̴̛̺̘̖̦̖͡ ̶͈̭͙͉͠ỳ̯̹̮̬o͚̺̙̦̙͢u͜҉̵̜r̖̟̖̘̱͇͍̣̀͜ͅ ̲̝̠p͖̩͖̲̹̫ͅl̸̳͔̤͓̫̰̫a̧̛͇̙͎͙̦͔c̰̼̻̬̫̺̟͘ͅȩ̸̦͙̥̖̯.͙
and you're left here wondering alone when the moment will come when he will finally cast you aside, like so many have done before.
thoughts swimming, swimming, cannot contain the Á͖G̞͠O̗̲͟Ń̷̻͎̖̞̺̥Y̛͎̺̪̺̫̤̮̮̖͠.
.. and all you want, is to see him smile once more.
E S C A P E.
y̶̘̣͡͝o̦̟͎̰̗̥̭̮̕͢͠u͕̥͟͝ ̧̘͔̰̜͈͡ͅl̠͔͞e̴̫̳t̩̰̰̹̹ ̷̨̹̟͖͙͈̜̬̘h̶̜̭͓͇̺̞̯͔̱̕i̱͓̯͇̘͕̥ḿ͍̱̮̭͘ ̶̜ṣ̥͙͚͎e͎̪̫̠̮ͅe̷̝̩͍͍̼͓̻.
it is a monster that swims beneath your veins
B̫͓̭̼͔͚͝E͏̠͕̞̲̰͎͔Ą͚̻̭̹̞̞ͅT̢̰̣̫̩̟̖̕S̸͏͓̦̘͇̼̞̝̬͓ ̶̨̬̦̩̣͓͓̝̪̺A̵̭̱̰̙̲̲͍̠̕͟G̲͓͕̱̫̫̭̪͙̕A̴̻̱͙̱͡I͏͖͎̞̣̹̳̕N̨̟̬̻̺̟̲̺̭͘͝S̴̶̗̯͉̳̰̻T̷͚̮ ̡̼̞̰̣͈̫͘Y̸̗̖̥͍O̷̺̮̕U͡͏̩̺̤͚̭͔͍R̨̗͙̥̘͙̱͎͝ͅ ̹̰͎̮͇͍̖S҉̵̢͖̠͇͙̝̝K̸̶͉̥̲̺͚̦̘͎U̱͕͟͜Ĺ̨̮̞̹̲̦͕̹ͅL҉̯͍̭̫͚
it is a mantra that you cannot forget, will not forget, for you are forced to obey to its whims.
rage, so explosive stems from t̶̠̯̼̫͠ͅe͕̞̖̲̕͡r̴̴̠͚r̡͓͚̪̰͜ͅó̪̖̩̜͙͝r̴̬͓̤͓̗̝̯͙̜͢, fear of...
abandonment, of being... r̜͕̩̦͕͝e̜̣̥̹͕͍͉͢p҉̙͇͍l̢̺̣͎̗̬̩̘̥̦̀a̸̡͙̠̱̥̝͇͉͠c̣̦͙̮ę̷͈d͎̭̦̞̘͍̀͜.
you helped him discover his own monster, lurking just b̦͖͕̠̕͜ͅe҉͖̞͙̗̲̰̝͢ͅn͢͏̪̦̳̼͚e͈̕͞a͇̣͎̣̹t̛͏̯̙͙̰̪ͅͅh҉͖͕͡͝ͅ the surface, you have shared flesh, tears and joy.. and yet..
infatuation, t̵͖̯̺̩̰̞͓͚̞̕͜h̶̹̟͕̭̕e̛͎̜̫̩̹͈̕ ̴̬̹͇̹̖͈̘m̡̨̘̹̩̗͎̲ͅo͏͍̲ͅn̪͍̦͍̙̺̝͔̺͘ş̵̲̼̮̗͚̼t̴̢̯̤̳̹͞e̷̱͉̙̙̫̲͇̫r̟͙͈͇͕͡ dictates that you play second fiddle..
that he see you as the monster.. j̡̠̭̳̠͓̮͍̜͜e͟͟͏̮͕̗͎̮͈a̵̛̜͚l͏҉͓̩̰̞ờ͔̰͈̕ù̙̱̘̪̘s̙̯̞̪͉̳͉͍̩y̛̪͉̞̥̻̝̣̝̜͠,̨͈̘̭̤̹̗͉̻͘ ̢̻̥͓͎̰̪ͅͅr̵̗̯̹͇͙͠à͈̟̖̣͎̞̫́g̭̮̬̩̦ͅȩ̹̦̦͓ ͏̝̟͘a̴͔͔̤͚̹̠̲̠͢͞n̶͍̻͕̫̻d̲͖̙̗̼͖͈͠ ̖͇͍o̰̼͓͟h͘҉̱̪̟̯̘.̠̘̻̕͢.͚͉͎̺͓ͅ ̛͓̯̘̺̻t̖̲̀h̨̭̣̠̬̤͢͡e̸͖̳̣͈̲̤̖ ҉҉͉̦̳̦͢f̵̩̘̦̮̘͓̝e҉̜̮a̛͔͔͚͙̫͓͈̤̮͠ŗ̜̯͚̗̯͇.̴̷̱͕
you fear losing the closeness, you fear the love turn to lies... and you don't even love him r̶͚͓o̗̭͚̬̗̤͡͝m̟̤͍̀͢a̴̞̣̦̻̳̜͘ͅn̲͓̕͠͠ṱ̸͖̹͈̥̞͢ͅi̸͈͍͖̘c̷̛͇̪͉͇͎͚̰̺a̮͓̮̝͝l͏̠͠l̙̥̣̹̲͘͟y̰̹̖̝̜̫.҉̦̥͉͍͎̪̺. and yet, your heart bleeds on your sleeve.
he is your nas'falon, your best friend.. the soul mate in which you feel a closeness above all else. and yet by comparison..
t͈̣͕h̪̳͉͔͕͞͝i̤̮͔̖̞͖̰̺̺͡s̶̫͇̫̙̰͜ͅ ̧͈̖͚̯͔̖̰͙í̧̤͙̪͢n̟̗̺f̵̛̥͙͕̙̤͞ͅà̤̘̤̱͎̲̥͞ţ͕̼u̘a̞͎͔̱̺͎̜͞t̴̻̮͢͜į̳̪̠̺̮̀o̫͇̺͢͠n̴͓̮̰̪̤̜͘͘ ̨̟̤̹͞h͇̰̠̦͉̭̞͠a̬̺̟̻̜̣͠s̨͚̤͕͓͉̟ ͙̹͙̥͎̖̼͚t͖̲͔̙́̕͘a̟͢͡ķ̸̰̱̗̲̪̯̩͜e̙̖̰̫͔͘͟ṋ̴̛̺̘̖̦̖͡ ̶͈̭͙͉͠ỳ̯̹̮̬o͚̺̙̦̙͢u͜҉̵̜r̖̟̖̘̱͇͍̣̀͜ͅ ̲̝̠p͖̩͖̲̹̫ͅl̸̳͔̤͓̫̰̫a̧̛͇̙͎͙̦͔c̰̼̻̬̫̺̟͘ͅȩ̸̦͙̥̖̯.͙
and you're left here wondering alone when the moment will come when he will finally cast you aside, like so many have done before.
thoughts swimming, swimming, cannot contain the Á͖G̞͠O̗̲͟Ń̷̻͎̖̞̺̥Y̛͎̺̪̺̫̤̮̮̖͠.
.. and all you want, is to see him smile once more.
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