To you ...

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To you a bruised eye was meant 'I love u ' .

To you a kick in the gut was a 'hug goodnight'.

To you seeing me crying was 'a good thing' .

To you the cuts on my wrist was me saying ' I love u too'.

To you me screaming in pain was me ' enjoying myself ' .

To you I was nothing but a punching bag that fall for u !

But To me ...

You were every thing to me.

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