N like that, they'll luv you bcuz you feed into their ways. And like that, once you stand for yourself, they'll forget your name. All they care for is to be selfishly satisfied. Bcuz luv is an emotion absorbed into indulgence rectified. As they gain a so called power that entices their ego. Nonetheless it's a battle between trust n deceit that gloats. They'll pretend as their own wants n needs are met. N yet, they'll give just enough as they claim your best. Twisting it into their relentless version of becoming the victim. N like that, you're the one to blame just bcuz you've held them. Tightly as if there wasn't much air left for life. Just to suffocate by emotion gasping I'm sighs. As the game of shaming defines their true intent. To remain the wounded one in eyes lurking that consent. In belief as if character hasn't been shown. N like that, friends are known...
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