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You stop thinking about it eventually. Almost anything can happen but your just so spaced out that you forget whats happening as it happens. Your mind becomes hollow and maybe you find yourself in a different place all entirely.
I love him , that's why I do what I do. He uses me , he let's others use me , but he loves me too. He loves my beauty. Shallow as it may be, it is still love. People love for money, fame, fortune, comfort, future, and everything else so why is a love grown on looks and what shallow wants any less valid than that of what we see on TV. At least he's honest with me. He doesn't care for my mind , only my body, and maybe that's enough. It has to be enough.
Night after night he sends men to my room to do as they wish and when they are gone he comes to clean me up. No matter how bad the mess he is always there to clean me up. I love him , I have to. Why else would I stay , why else would I allow myself to become such a shadow? I'm such a shadow.
But I know he cares for me , I know he wants me , I know he will always need me around. If that isn't love what is? And I need him. Protection, guidance, and a place to stay , that's what he gives me . As long as I never leave , as long as I give my part.
I give everything and ask for nothing in return , but he gives me something. Its not a life for every one, but its a partnership, it's a team effort. I let him lead but we are both in control, aren't we? We have to be , because if I ever leave what would he be? If I ever leave what would I be?