I never hit her, although once she took a swing at me.
I put my arms up, and she bruised herself on one more bony than she.
I never left her, until the day that she left me.
I had patience. The kind that lasts a lifetime. Till there was no more we.
I never loved her, but I thought so when I was too young to see.
Only blinded till I wasn’t any longer. It was just stupidity.
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