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you fooled me once, charming and true, every inch of my heart was devoted to you.   your breath was like the wind whistling over the pines. your palms felt like home,
words grip me into a choking hold as i grasp for air from your overbearing love that tighten my vocal chords   i ask for you to leave
He hit her again I saw the blood come from the cut on her eyebrow He claims to love her He degrades her, calls her a slut, a whore How could this be love Love is not angry  
Tell me, love, can you feel me absorbing your emotions as if they're what's fueling my very existence? Did you feel my soul get whisked away by the wind made by the force used to slam the door behind you?
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