sadness.
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I can't believe you did this,
Why would you do this to me?
All I wanted was you,
And wanted to be free.
You stabbed me in the back,
With the knife I gave you to protect yourself.
Trying to move on but held by these chains
I have both hatred and love flowing in my veins
A difficult choice this has become
In the end after it all I'm left broken and numb
The grip is stronger chain by chain
