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Revenge is not rage—it is patience sharpened into a blade.
I do not scream or beg; I wait, I plan, and I remember.
Revenge is the only language my past still understands.
Revenge is not madness; it is discipline born from loss.
I don’t seek justice—I create endings.
Blood was taken from me, so blood must answer.
Until the scales are even.
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I don’t need permission to want you.
They call it obsession like it’s a flaw, but I call it clarity.
Obsession isn’t quiet—it’s hunger that refuses to starve.
I don’t fall in love—I fixate.
When something catches my attention, it becomes the center of my universe, consequences be damned.
If that’s obsession,
then I’ll wear it like a crown.
