The Secret of the Bite
I will bite at the hand that feeds me and cares for me and I will beg for the hand that scolds me and abuses me. Why do I do this? Well it's a secret but I guess it's because it's what I know. I don't know how to handle an actual healthy connection because you could be putting on a front, at least I know that you hate me if you hurt me. I'm sorry I do this. I'm sorry I feel the need to protect myself against something that hasn't happened yet. But to be fair, you were going to leave me first and dammit it would've fucking hurt. So I will hurt you and us before you can hurt me. I will bite, and I will hate myself, but I'll never tell you. Because then you will see my weakness: You bleeding from my bite.
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