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  Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack

Time's Love and Hate

  Notice the time once again Laminating its officiality in the minds of the perceivers Through the flow of morality, of experience, and of the functions of life. The time, Leaning its influence and fate on the gas pedal of motion Leading us into a chasm or into greater pastures The anticipation never fades. Attracting souls together Through love, mutuality, and empathy Time interacts with experience in seemingly opposite ways. Though time attracts It also detaches From one soul to another Time fades when life collapses. Between this collapse and birth, Time runs Through enjoyment, and through resentment Time mirrors our contortion Though time continues without our consent, We learn to love the joys and hate the bads Our experiences reflect time's wishes, And we hope beyond its restrictions.