Since when did love have a master and a submissive? What gives him or she to treat you, as bad as they do? Since when is it okay to get abused either by fist or verbal? Saying that's just the way they are, but to a stranger you're ferocious as lion, quick to tear them limb from limb, but to the one closest to it, you're as scary as a cat? Since when did love become more of silent tears, and lies you tell yourself to cope, than to smile, and be like it was from the first introduction, all the ways to make you feel safe? Cause to have that kind of love to where your not safe isn't love, it's a casket sizing up your body and I'm wondering since when is abuse the definition of love? Stop lying to yourself, cause that's not what it means."
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