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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.