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I  lied I told you that I love(d) you. I thought I did. You are everything I could desire and ask for.. Yet my prayers of a man that would love me ten times more than I would love him, were answered. An now I despise the curse I have planted on myself. I am not in love with you, you intrigued me for a while and then you became a burden. I know I am wrong... And I apologize.. I used you for attention to distract me from the penitention that I have placed myself in. Loved and the losted Pain that is fought False assumptions of monogamy When really I just find you rather... Comforting.. But now I am stuck in my own quick sand of confusion and thought. That maybe one day.. You'll be that love that  was actually losted As the days roll on I push myself to love you the way I love my tea.. But you are not intriguing to me A little less for me A man with baggage that's way to excessive .. For  me I just wanted to help you. Help you to help you heal your own pain because hurt people only hurt  other   people. My mother warned me before I dived into this amateur love story. That love isn't always the medicine for pain..
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
I lied.
I  lied I told you that I love(d) you. I thought I did. You are everything I could desire and ask for.. Yet my prayers of a man that would love me ten times more than I would love him, were answered. An now I despise the curse I have planted on myself. I am not in love with you, you intrigued me for a while and then you became a burden. I know I am wrong... And I apologize.. I used you for attention to distract me from the penitention that I have placed myself in. Loved and the losted Pain that is fought False assumptions of monogamy When really I just find you rather... Comforting.. But now I am stuck in my own quick sand of confusion and thought. That maybe one day.. You'll be that love that  was actually losted As the days roll on I push myself to love you the way I love my tea.. But you are not intriguing to me A little less for me A man with baggage that's way to excessive .. For  me I just wanted to help you. Help you to help you heal your own pain because hurt people only hurt  other   people. My mother warned me before I dived into this amateur love story. That love isn't always the medicine for pain..
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
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