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I lived within a second land
tortured by stranger's hand
The pain applied clung long to me
And I hid the tears
to all but he
Every word I spoke, he heard
And to my feelings, he concured
The pain remained, though farther
from me
And for that, my friend became he
But the dirt was burried inside my heart
Eventually I broke apart
And
when his love could not touch me
The pain and rage enveloped he
And the acts it did through him
Did brighten
hurt and make love dim
Destroyed in the way from which he'd saved me
But it felt worse, born from he
And on that
day it first began
I think less of the strange man
But, from a friend, it struck twice me
And on these days, it's
not a stranger, but he....
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