A certain shade of darkness in a person, a certain depravity that I identify with, draws me to them. It’s funny how you seek what is familiar even if that thing is something that haunts you.
We find comfort in the familiarity of that terror. And when we catch a glimpse of it in another, we find ourselves taking a step toward them.
Maybe we feel that we can be better understood by those who have the same scars. The same scars perpetuate themselves within and between generations. Our hearts are mere vectors used by these scars. These scars result from omissions of love.
Is it horribly wrong and twisted to be attracted to these scars? I’m not sure. It’s not like I can help it anyway.
Ilamnyuh 
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