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Its not personal

"I am sure you are family, though you have doubts. The neighbours interfere all the time, and fickle that you are, you keep transgressing under their influence.

"At times I think that I have started hating you, and think you are quite the ungrateful pig. For not appreciating the times when I have lent you a helping hand in times of distress. For not appreciating that the pain I cause you, is only to remove your gangrenous bits, giving you a chance to become stronger. For not appreciating that my vision of our family is the absolute truth, and there can be no two ways about it. For not appreciating my efforts at trying to remove your doubts.

"Know this - I will never let go of you. You are mine, and I will not let you go. Even if that means fighting every day. Even if it means that all my energies are so spent in keeping you with me that I can barely do anything else. Even if it means that the neighbours keep poking in our family.

"I love you. More than that, I love possessing you. I don't care if you hate me. I am told that if I let you go, there's a chance that we may both become happier, stronger and better in every way. But its a chance I'm NOT willing to take."

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