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You smile at me,

Expecting it to heal my wounds,

The ones that you created.

You hold my hand,

Expecting my scars to fade away,

So that I can forget.

You kiss me,

Expecting me to love you,

Like you love me.

You call me beautiful,

Expecting me to smile,

And believe you.

You hold me,

Expecting all my pains and faults,

To go away...

Even with all this,

I still hurt...

I still bleed...

And even when I say I hate you,

You know you've already won my heart...

You know it's yours forever.

You win.