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It pulled me in and it trapped me day and night It told me that it was my friend and that I was perfect It made me feel comfortable but deep down i was wrecked I knew this and did not deny, but still did not fight
Love What a sick and twisted word Love can be a fake word that is told to cover up a lie so the other person won't get hurt
  It starts with a look, a gentle embrace A feeling of comfort as they sit face to face Her hand on his cheek, and his in her hair An arm across her back, just holding her there.  
Season Warm air Splashing, running, chilling Not a worry in the world Summer
I write to remember...
Past the midnight hour, Much closer to three Sat a young girl Pressed up against a glaring screen. It was summer time you see, The internet was calling her name. In the web of truthful lies,
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