you call me and talk about a man who is nice, who you don't about... well that kills me. I am here for you and I will work my hardest to make you happy though it damn near kills me. but I don't run. It would be easy for someone in my shoes to run into another woman's arms but I can't. Its harder for me to turn my back on you than to turn my back on the lashes I get day in and out in the back of my mind or in the front of my heart. I won't run from this fight.
,Someday, I hope that you find my fight worth it.
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