I don't think anyone deserves that much control over your life. Living in submission is one thing, if you choose it, but it is still your life. Not his. I worry about you. I am glad that you preserve your life, but now that I know the reason it...it bothers me.
It's his life. He saved me from doing it myself. Said it was no fun if people who did want to die got to, but I still don't know why. He could have had so much better than me.
You were my plan here, and even if I like you I still think I'm using you. If I didn't care it would be easier to do it.
You might think it is his life, but just because you don't want it doesn't mean it is not yours. If I saw this man try to kill you I would rip out his throat for it. I like you. You deserve good treatment.
Your plan? Using me how? You've never asked me for anything I wasn't going to do anyway.
I wish people wouldn't get so angry about it. From him... it's kindness. It's the biggest honor he'll give you, killing you, and he's been so good to me... I keep feeling bad that someone else did it first and got me sent here.
Keeping myself from getting killed. You seemed like you knew what was what around here. Thought you'd want to protect me if you thought I liked you. Then I found out you'd have done it anyway, for her, but I'd started to like you and couldn't stay away. I was afraid you wanted to use me to get her to take you back. You've done so much for her with what you've done for me, right? But you wouldn't have let me go so far if that's what you were doing. So I'm sorry I thought that.
Thirdly, this killing of his is not love. It is abuse.
All this depression and heartache over one who desires nothing more but to end you... Do you not think he will find another? Of course he shall! It is not you who is loved. It is the act.
To love is to wish to keep, to preserve. At times, to help make free, but never to destroy.
Stop this crying over one who regards you as dirt. Force him to be worthy of you.
sup Courage BatdoveheartedSeptember 28 2011, 00:39:02 UTC
[oh girl you didn't.] It's all right if you think I'm wrong or crazy, but if someone talks about him like that I won't listen.
He loves me, or he wouldn't have gone after me when I was dying. If he just wanted to kill there was another girl right there. He tried to keep me safe, and I wouldn't listen. You know where I was when he found me, and after all he did for me...
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I died to get here, but he didn't kill me. Someone else did, trying to get to him because they knew that was what he wanted.
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You must love this man very much, to offer him your life.
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You know how most guys talk about how they'd die rather than let their girl get hurt? It's like that.
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You must be very lonely.
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You don't sound like you're alone here.
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You were my plan here, and even if I like you I still think I'm using you. If I didn't care it would be easier to do it.
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Your plan? Using me how? You've never asked me for anything I wasn't going to do anyway.
And I am glad you care.
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Keeping myself from getting killed. You seemed like you knew what was what around here. Thought you'd want to protect me if you thought I liked you. Then I found out you'd have done it anyway, for her, but I'd started to like you and couldn't stay away. I was afraid you wanted to use me to get her to take you back. You've done so much for her with what you've done for me, right? But you wouldn't have let me go so far if that's what you were doing. So I'm sorry I thought that.
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Secondly, you can find better.
Thirdly, this killing of his is not love. It is abuse.
All this depression and heartache over one who desires nothing more but to end you... Do you not think he will find another? Of course he shall! It is not you who is loved. It is the act.
To love is to wish to keep, to preserve. At times, to help make free, but never to destroy.
Stop this crying over one who regards you as dirt. Force him to be worthy of you.
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He loves me, or he wouldn't have gone after me when I was dying. If he just wanted to kill there was another girl right there. He tried to keep me safe, and I wouldn't listen. You know where I was when he found me, and after all he did for me...
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The kill is like artistry, girl... We all search for our masterpiece. And when that is made, we find ourselves thirsting for another.
It is the way of things.
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