She was the devil searching peace, and he was angel craving chaos. it was all vary and fine for one second, but the solely pain her eyes engulf is over all the powers of his anger to overtake. he rules her with his anger and she wept with the fear of losing all that she ever wanted. she let him have all the bits of all the offerings from her poor savings, he expected more with the unsatisfied words. it was more than she could take, it was more pain and more than she could endure. She gave up as he said.
Fit in here, in my palm, in my shadow. don't be bigger than my idea of you, don't be more beautiful than I can accept don't be more human than i am willing you to be, and be quite you're too loud. Quite your dreams, your voice, your hair. Quite your skin, your color. Quite your walk, your eyes, who said you can look at me like that? Who said you can exist without permission?
She gave up, as her last breathed passed, never to love an indecent man again.
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