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I miss the way life use to be,
How could you claim to have always been there  When you left and our friendship disappeared And then when I need you, you are elsewhere? And before I know it, we're in despair 
Just Smile.  That was all I was told as a child.
I’m an addict
I work harder As I ponder the future
I am a tree in a forest of trees At first glance, there's nothing special about me We're worn down - some more than the rest We've stood through each storm, through every test  
Her idea of love has morphed.  Contorted and transformed into something that cannot be explained. Could it be because of the man who called her a 'worthless slut' and dished out unneccesary punsihment? Or was it you?
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