His love was simple, I thought. He never loved me. Or did he? My mix of emotions between him wasn't right. Oh, why did I love him. Did he wanted to be fixed? No, I was just like every other girl. Why did he still talk to me? Why did he still touch me? Kiss me? Was he the complex. Destined for love? I doubt it. We fought like lions and bears. But, he still came back. We were a broken record. Replaying the same line over and over again. So, he was more of a complex man. But, I know it in my heart. He loved me and I loved him back. In this sick and twisted way.
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