“Love Burns The Brightest, But The Brightest Flames Leaves The Deepest Scars”
In the past I’ve been picked on and so on. Always was the kid that played the punk or “Freak”. And throughout time I’ve been becoming immune to such illness. In other words, as a human: I don’t give a ‘FU*K” if you “try” to “hurt” me anymore. I Can take it ! Push my buttons, cross my lines, set me off ! But do so with a loved you, someone I keep dearly close to what I can “call a heart”, and I’ll snap like a rabid dog. There’s no game there. Even if I get my organs beat out of me I am going to take that stand and will not let that being fall. Not when I’m around.
Or at least not when I am given a chance.
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