Leave me to the wolves. Drown me in the rapids. Burn me alive, in these endless fields, under this boundless sky. I’ll never say no. I’ll never leave.

I’ll beg you for death, but a death by your hand. I’ve never wanted to be anywhere but there, my hands in your hands. Can’t you see? Can you hear me?

There is no romance, no hope in this. It’s defeat by which I breathe. I’ll never fight it off. I’ll never leave.

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