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Your bank account is mine. You don't need it, might as well just give it to me. You desire to be financially fucked. Your bank account needs to be fucked. You need to give me all of it. You don't need it, you don't use it. You think about me everyday. You try to resist it, but you know it's not working. It will never work. It's mine. You just love when I get more money. You want the number on your bank account to be smaller and you want mine to be bigger. Sending feels good. Not sending feels wrong. You need me to take all your money. And I love how weak you are for me.