The worst kind of control is control through love. The type that hides its fangs with a close-mouthed smile. The type that adorns your cage with bits of food so that you keep busy nibbling with gratefulness and that teaches you that silence is harmony. You can only be a victim of this kind ofContinue reading “Control through Love”
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