Under-appreciated talents

Mental Health
I don't know how to say this, but here goes: When I look into your eyes, I see the future. I don't mean the sort of two-car garage, white picket fence and 2.1 children future that people sometimes claim to see; I mean death and doom. An immaculately-dressed lady dictator (or is it dictatrix?) who, after sending her tanks through the streets of my heart, keeps me around as a conquest. Actually, that last part was an elaboration; mostly your eyes are really pretty but I am scared.

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