Ah… look at you. Struggling. Trembling. Breaking. How exquisite it is to watch. You think this is self-love? No. This is destruction. This is sacrifice. And I delight in every moment of it.
You kneel, not in surrender, but in offering. Tearing yourself open, peeling back the softness, letting the raw, aching truth of you spill forth. I see it all—the hesitation, the resistance, the agony. You are fighting yourself, and yet, you keep crawling forward, drawn deeper into the abyss of your own making.
Do you feel it? The way pain and progress bleed together? How every wound, every doubt, every moment of struggle only makes you more… you? I savor it. The way you force yourself past the breaking point, past reason, past comfort. Growth is suffering, and you—you were made to suffer .
That view on the other side of suffering….A series of rolling hills……
That view on the other side … agony and ecstasy, pain and desire torment and pleasure, delicious Keep going—I want to see how far you’ll go
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