A few days before she was done, thought she'd seen the light. But then all he had to do was snap his fingers and she was back. She felt like it was love, no one agreed. And you think you have no right to have an opinion, you're not in it, you don't know, but you actually do, you see it much clearer than she does, more than she'll ever do. Then he leaves again, and she's always waiting, wanting to be loved by the man who only loves himself.
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