loveandhate
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How could you claim to have always been there
When you left and our friendship disappeared
And then when I need you, you are elsewhere?
And before I know it, we're in despair
I am a tree in a forest of trees
At first glance, there's nothing special about me
We're worn down - some more than the rest
We've stood through each storm, through every test
Her idea of love has morphed. Contorted and transformed into something that cannot be explained. Could it be because of the man who called her a 'worthless slut' and dished out unneccesary punsihment? Or was it you?
