Because you love me, Right?
You told me I dressed like a slut every time I went out.
But it was because you loved me right?
You blow my phoe up when I'm sleeping or in class, calling me 50 times
But it was because you loved me right?
You stopped on the train tracks while a train was coming and threated to kill us both
But it was because you loved me right?
You threw pots, pans, scissors and shoes at me when I didn't understand what you were saying
But it was because you loved me right?
I left you and started to love myself but it wasn't because you so called loved me
It was because I love you more than I ever loved myself and that needed to change.
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