The Burying of Bakura
Beauty comes from brokenness. He was broken a long time ago; I was bent. He broke me into many little pieces and hid them all over his world.
Blindfolded I walk the tightrope between pleasure and pain. On his good days he's very very good; on his bad days he's evil.
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