I believed you were different. so I fell for you. then I saw how you were. and I fell again. then you showed me the awful truth, and when I tried to refrain that previously attached rope on my wrist was grabbed by your mind and pulled me back to your soul. I broke myself on your shattered glass hands and you don't even know it. I just like to blame you to make myself feel better for being a stupid girl.
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redamancy
Poetryredamancy: (n) A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you