No one knows what's best for you like your own Narcissist.
They know, for example, what type of clothing you shouldn't wear and should, and
Whether or not you should smoke (today you should, because they want company).
Tomorrow you will show too much cleavage, until you change: then you're frumpy,
And you shouldn't be smoking. And if you take joy in anything, that anything
You choose is not for you. It's immoral, expensive, inconvenient.
You'll die slowly, shriveling away, your body inert or overworked and your mind
Slowly deteriorating as you're psychologically poisoned.
So do it.
Dance to save your life. Breathe in the outdoors. Shirk off servitude.
Allow yourself to be discarded by the one unworthy of you, the one who uses you, the one who imprisons you.
Because that's best in the end, to give him
Reason to end it.
And when he does, just for once, he's actually right,
Even if for all
The wrong
Reasons.
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