'Maybe if I give him everything he'll love me?' Wrong. He'll never truly love until he respects you, and if he respects you he won't ask that of you.
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
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'Maybe if I give him everything he'll love me?' Wrong. He'll never truly love until he respects you, and if he respects you he won't ask that of you.
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