It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
..However incomprehensible life is,probably we move through it with the single desire to return to the hell that created us, to live beside whoever,once,saved us from the inferno.She tried to ask herself where that absurd faithfulness to horror came from but found that she had no answers. She understood only that nothing is stronger than the instinct to return, to where they broke us, and to replicate that moment forever.Only thinking that the one who saved us once can do it forever.But suddenly merciful. And without blood.
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