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The way he looks at you.

It always leaves me disgusted.

He's perverse, he's not to be trusted.

He's 41, you're 14.

I know what he's saying, I've played this game before.

I'm aware he claims he loves you, but that you must not implore.

I adore you.

You know I'd do anything for you.

Please know, I would never point you wrong.

Nor would I ever try to ignore your feelings.

I would go to war, just to throw that dirty man out the door.

He's a bore, trying to score your heart.

But I could pour My heart out for you.

I will create a life anew.

Just to show you how much I'm willing to do.

You are all I could ask for.

Go up from this ground floor.

Enter a new belief.

You do not belong to him.

Even if you wear his ring.

He does not own you.

He is not your master.

He cannot dethrone you.

I can promise you, that by the time next year is through you could love me too.

Maybe then, you'll realise, this man won't do right by you.

He will only hurt you.

The way he treats you makes me sick.

How he touches you.

How he talks to you.

He's a fucking prick.

He yells at you, you know that's something he's bounded to do.

It's like a case of Stockholm syndrome.

You think you've fallen in deep.

But the only thing you're falling for is a hope you don't get beat.

You need to reduce your interactions.

You're brain is having pain contractions.

He is selfish and arrogant.

Abusive and burdening you with lies.

Cut all ties.

It's killing me, can't you see?

His intentions you can't deny.

He will only tell you lies.

You can see it in his eyes.

He's not an ally.

He gave you a black-eye.

I am not the bad guy.

It's time he said goodbye.

Do you see what he's implying?

He wants to take something away from you.

This is my outcry.

I just hope to hear your reply.

Telling me you stand by.

Crucify him, you're a gemini - it shouldn't be all that hard.

I know you're tongue tied, but we need to go now.

Away from this place, let's run away.

There's not a need in the world to go back now.

-Ariah Chriatman

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