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A fixation to her control, you bare the burn of her ache. She is a mad woman, hopelessly loosing her mind as it tangles itself in a twisted web of love. She will twist and turn, battle and cry, for only simple words that never reach her waiting mind. Yet she waits, and will continue to wait, for what feels like an eternity. She never stops, she never gives up, she never will. He is a fixation to her control. He will bare the burn of her ache. The burn of her love, that he feels no pleasure or desire, only sorrow and rejection, for what will feel like an eternity. She is a waiting ghost, silent and still. Still waiting, but will forever be w