How I have been stabbed
With the smallest knife
A death by a thousand cuts
Yet I love you more
It won't die
It is stronger than me
I may become a shell
But it lives
It pulses by itself
Beyond what I ever expected
Strange how it grows
So abandoned and neglected
It comes back for more
Stretched and extended
Every moment is pain
But sweetness is blended
With all those times
You always pretended
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