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I wish I had known everything that would happen to me by clinging to a love this violent.
Kept me there, over anything.
Kept me blinded by '' love ''.
That it was my priority, in fact, the only one.
But, how to know it without first falling into its spell?
Say every piece of me.
I gave everything he wanted, needed and even more.
If only from the first moment he had known how far we would go, perhaps, he probably would have avoided it.
I thought I would endure. I thought love could get over it. But no.
I just wanted you to set us free, it was the opposite.
But to understand everything, I need to go back to the beginning, I need to go back to it.
Back to where...
Our love ended.
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