I fought for you.
Someone said that you didn't deserve my love, and I snapped.
I fought for you.
And it made you happy to know that I did.
I fought for you.
And I knew I loved you, because it became a subconscious thing.
I fought for you.
But at some point you stopped caring.
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As The Lines Cross
Short StoryThis is not a story. It's not something that can merely be written as a sequence of events. But rather the way we fall in love for someone, in bits and pieces. Until all at once; we love. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and things tha...
