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The irony of it all is this; No matter how many times you stabbed me No matter how many bullets you shot me with No matter how many punches you threw I would never stop loving you I never picked up the knife I never would touch the gun I never would lift a finger To hurt anyone And especially with you Who I so deeply cared for I would never hurt you I would always adore
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
Irony of us
The irony of it all is this; No matter how many times you stabbed me No matter how many bullets you shot me with No matter how many punches you threw I would never stop loving you I never picked up the knife I never would touch the gun I never would lift a finger To hurt anyone And especially with you Who I so deeply cared for I would never hurt you I would always adore
Sometimes they keep hurting you because they feel they don’t deserve that love.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
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