I learned at a young age
That love is a paradox
I tried to, so hard, for so long
I tried to read what's written in fate
We had experienced so much calamity
I was convinced we'd always be together
I thought that we'd survive the storm together
I guess monogamy was difficult for you
I guess... even bad love... is still love
I was willing to forgive and forget
But you held my head underwater
And acted like it was my fault for drowning
I've come to an understanding
That love is a paradox
I'll never be able to bend
-MissRoub
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Growth
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