Every time you look at me in hatred, I feel
myself slowly dying on the inside.
Every time you impale me with your sword or
spear, it isn't the physical part that hurts most, it was never even my pride.
Why did it have to be you who hurt me? Why
must you be the one to be taken away from me?
I know I'm seen as a monster, a brute, but if you
give me a chance, I promise you that you'll see something beautiful, that I can guarantee.
No matter how much you've hurt me, I still can't
bring myself to hate you.
Losing you was the hardest thing I had to go
through.
My love for you is like a war. I either win, or die
trying.
The pain you're unknowingly is not something I
can keep denying.
Just know that I'll always be here for you, even
if you don't love me anymore.
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