We're two forces of nature
That can't coexist
Let alone get married
Build a home and have kids
Your winds would break my trees
My roots would pierce you so deep
So many papercuts
I'd bleed you dry
Not a home but a battlefield
quid pro quo
what's real?
Reopened wounds
Broken stitches
That would never heal
Some things are beyond mending
Sometimes the end is the happy ending
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