The end.

My love was constant and sensitive. Your love was shifty and repulsive. My love was a work in progress Your love was impulsively agrressive My love was liberation Your love was dictatorship My love was repetitive Your love was bipolar My love was yours to believe and ours to cherish Your love was covered in guilt drowned in insecurities cornered to lies My love was receiving and giving Your love was giving constantly doubting on mine never ready for receiving My love was enough. Enough to make us live and move ahead to a beautiful future. Your love was there but never enough to made you stay.

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