Reaching a breaking point,
boiling like water.
Pretenses flown out the window.
Still, I love you.

Stand still,
don’t you dare to move.
Still, I need you.

Fights and words,
all pilying up.
Looks and gestures,
breaking us apart.

Still,
I will always love you…

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