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It pulled me in and it trapped me day and night
It told me that it was my friend and that I was perfect
It made me feel comfortable but deep down i was wrecked
I knew this and did not deny, but still did not fight
Love
What a sick and twisted word
Love can be a fake word that is told to cover up a lie so the other person won't get hurt
It starts with a look, a gentle embrace
A feeling of comfort as they sit face to face
Her hand on his cheek, and his in her hair
An arm across her back, just holding her there.
Past the midnight hour,
Much closer to three
Sat a young girl
Pressed up against a glaring screen.
It was summer time you see,
The internet was calling her name.
In the web of truthful lies,
