Grown Love
I loved him with every bone in my body he wasn't good for me I know but in the moment it felt fantastic couldn't no one tell me other wise we met in a odd matter but lets not get hung up on the dets I just loved him despite the disapperances and the lies that I accepted he wasn't good for me I know and silly me I thought it was me who wasn't good for him because I loved him so when he showed up in my life again I jumped at the chance to accept his lies untill my blindfold fell off and I saw the big lie I couldn't face that I knew was there but didn't wanna face he wasn't for me but for another and then I had a choice to make whether to retie the blindfold or get rid of this grown love.
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