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October 14, 2011
This is the point when she wakes up, crawls from the center of my eyes, and claims my side of the mirror. Not this time. This time I keep her locked up. She doesn't have the control.

"I'll rip out his throat," she growls. "I'll feast on his blood. Let me hurt him! Let me destroy him! Let me OUT!"

Ah, but love is a powerful thing. It gives you the choice to trust. It gives you the ability to forgive. It gives you the strength to hold back your demons.

Hear that? I trust you. Don't fuck it up.