(all cries are broken)

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The wind never felt so cold to me before
But it’s worth it, isn’t it?
The rain falls drearily
And I know you must think I’m crazy
But you don’t understand
Don’t understand that I would rather be torn apart by the rain
And swallowed by the clouds than live for you
Don’t understand that I hate myself for loving you
Not too close,
Never too close
Can’t get close enough to feel your breath on my lips…
Oh, God….I’m so sorry…
The damn wind’s howling never stops
It knows why I’m so damn broken;
Do you?
Do you know what I’ve hidden from you?
Do you know what he does to me?
What secrets I’m hiding?
Where those damn bruises are?
Do you?!
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Did he scare you off, love?
Did he?
That bastard of a man?
I hope you know
Oh, how I hope you know…
I used to be his little angel.
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a/n: not true and i'm so so sorry if it is to you