Victim & PUA
Slipping in and slipping out, knowing what this is about another,
the other energy pouring forth… pretty face catches hold,
grabbing hold and twisting soul, seeking nothing but control.
Many are trapped and few ever loved, a deep seeded problem
in the self. Yearning, craving to get the fill, trouncing any who
don’t bend to will. Lonely still, it is an empty and sordid life.
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kind of sad…