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by: Master Acolyte And when in time it comes to pass to be nothing more but in the head dead in time with the loss of one second past in life's unending uniform path comes a time when pain means nothing anymore and tears can come never more. Its then that in defiance and mistrust we resign ourselves to the reality that is not come the somber hours so long where all we can do is light our inner selves for life has become nothing more than shadows and we are left with our own dreams to delve. He tells me that I am beautiful That he hears none other than me He tells me that I am beautiful His arms made only for me He talks as he caresses me using words that do not exist of tenderness and forever I hear nothing but His voice. I look away from the stares that take an absent airs as I walk through the streets if my lonely empty life I take the look of one transparent I learn to avert my eyes from Others who are so in love Look away from those that walk in pairs and are yet one those that hold each other and each breath so completely they share Is there an evening, a moment, a second that I say why should this not be me? The words soft like the pulse of my heart beat I know in my dreams I have the right to be happy. He tells me that I am beautiful That He hears none other than me He tells me that I am beautiful His arms made only for me Those little lies are silly things Like a child we do not believe But my nights slip away from me And in my dreams I am forced to believe He tells me that I am beautiful I see Him run towards me His hands grab and pull at me The scene beautiful as in the stories More treason and sorrow in life doesn't need He tells me I am His queen And poor me, I believe Oh poor me, I believe. Here are My thougthts as seen from the perspective of the submissive. 
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