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I don't remember when you and I first met, I don't even recall when we became friends, but we did. It started as a mutual love, for a tv show, of course. Responding to questions in quotes and inside jokes,
I stayed. Because I loved him. I let him beat my brain and tear me apart. I took my dark marks, and made them into art. until one day, I finally ran away. Because I loved him. It was for the best.