Love use to be my friend,
it use to hold me kiss me,
and it kept me safe.
One day it changed, love bit
me, it beat my heart until
it was bruised and bloody.
It put me in danger,
it stole from me and
lied to me.
Love, loved me until I was
wounded and scared.
Love, loved me until I was
lonely.
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