Her Misery is What Controls Me

It’s not comfort, and it’s not love. I have to remind myself every day

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Wait, is it her misery or mine? Actually, I think it’s a little of both. We feed off one another. Is that what Narcissists do? Maybe, in a sense. But not really.

The misery she is unaware of is the misery I chase to fix in myself.