Every time they cut you, I bleed.
Sometimes I can't work out if you're a friend who wants to talk to me or an enemy who wants to take from me.
I'm with them because, despite everything, I still love them. And while you might walk in and find me punching a wall, it's only because I want to kiss their lips.
There's no revenge here.
Love doesn't hate back.
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