I can’t escape you. The words you say.
The way they hurt.
You. Have. No. Idea.
How were we spun together?
What have you to teach me?
And what have I to teach you?
Ripped.
Shredded.
Till I’m unrecognisable.
You do that.
Unravel.
Confuse.
Hurt.
You do that.
And the worst part is.
You have no idea.
And you come from a place of the purest love.
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