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     The one you turn to, the one you’re in love with.
How can we love so hard, when love becomes nothing but distress? It causes so many wounds to the flesh that it hurts with every breath. Every toke pulls you into the depth of the smoke, there’s no way to revoke what’s been done. 

     Because when it all fell down, who stuck around? I was the one to pull you up from the ground, and push you back down. It hurts but its the way it goes around. They say what goes up will always come down so every time you tried to cut me deep with your lies, I’ll cut you deeper with my cries. I’ll cut you deeper with my eyes. Until I undo all these ties, I’ll cry no tears. Weather the storm, a battle with no fears. I may not be able to break this love spell you put me in. But I know in the end, with my two bare hands I will win.