He loved the depth of my emotions until he wronged me
Then my reactions were inappropriate and overdone
I understand it’s not fun being the one on the receiving end…
But come on, now
He loved my body until he realized I really valued it
Then I was stuck up… a tease
My strength was his favorite trait
Until he couldn’t break me down
Then it was too much work to sweep me off my feet
Do you see how this goes?
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Pariah | Muse 
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