TRUE LOVE
tear my heart out an rip it to peices it was only your to break anyways,
take my soul an miss use it ill wait eternity for your stupied exsues,
ill do this like a love sick fool, because loving you is the only thing i know how to do,
tell me you hate me but ill know its not true
at the very end of the day ill always come back to you,
and even after every thing we've been through that pushes an shoves ,i know if none of it wouldnt have happened then its not true love.
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