"This primitive desire for ownership is secretly a veil of lunacy. You do not belong to me. Love; a combination of like and lust that does not warrant any ownership titles. I despise that you made me forget myself in the process of loving you. I'm passionate; yes. Emotional, hot headed and quick temper are not labels I prefer. You made me crazy, you succeeded in tripping me up.
The huge mass of emotions was a thousand lbs strain. The haggard lines were beginning to bear into my skin and seep into my actions..." - Young Lioness
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