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It look innocuous when I first saw it, just a mix of charm and sweetness, beautiful words and gorgeous eyes. But under the surface was something darker and more risk. A deadly potion that look as warmth, aim to disarm even the most protected hearts.
It wasn't just about what was said; it was also about what was concealed. In the silence after questions. In the grin that didn't reach the eyes. In the lap of luxury, but at a cost. It was affection mixed with control, joy diluted with lies, and promises twisted into manipulation.
I swallowed it carefully, oblivious to anything. A little each day. Until one day, I awoke feeling empty, heavy, and uncertain of who I had grown into. That's the thing with poison: it doesn't always work quickly. Sometimes it seeps in, quiet and unnoticed, changing everything you believed was secure.
I now understand better. Not all sweetness is heartfelt. Not all affection is genuine. Some liquids are never meant to be consumed.