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"3 Step Letter"


It starts with denial Nahh man she still loves me She still cares abt me I know it I can still see that twinkle in her eye like I use to.. that one where she looks and smiles as if her smile were slowly stabbing Cupids arrow right into your heart You start questioning the obvious and doubting the determined to the point where youre breaking yourself down mentally Yea love hurts Then comes anger Mann forget her I don't need her, she never cared abt me any way she'll never love me like she said she did Your punching in walls and digging your nails into your palms till you bleed through clenched fists Yeah, love hurts I mean why else do roses have thorns Why else does Love push you to that point past suicide.. that point where you go from wanting to kill yourself to keeping yourself a live just to torture yourself to the brink of insanity Why does love make you feel so.. stupid Why does love keep makin me go back to you just to have you slap me with your sarcasm Beat me with your problems And lacerate my heart with your lies like I..don't have feelings But let me tell you something Sometimes I cry I cry because my heart has reached its maximum capacity for pain I cry because my eyelids get tired of being the levy to my eyes who want to release this hurricane of sorrows that have stirred upon my heart.. But to be straight up I cry..because I'm hurt.. But YOU will never see it Because according to society.. I'm supposed to be strong I'm supposed to provide I'm supposed to be the "backbone" But what happens when I need someone to provide love for me? What happens when I'm weak and I need someone to be strong for me What happens when I can't be the back bone kuz Im too busy getting back, stabbed And it took me a while, But i finally realized why i kept coming back.. It's not the fact that I'm in love with you..but I'm in love..with love But that's alright.. Because then comes peace Then, I wake up in the morning Wash my face brush my teeth Go to my dresser And I Pick up that smile Dust it off and wear it like a champion kuz I refuse to let you see me down I refuse to let you beat me in this game I so helplessly played I refuse to admit defeat because I was born a winner And i refuse to let you label me weak I am NOT WEAK I am just another victim of heartbreak
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