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He only shows me love whenever he's had one too many drinks. It's not real. Love isn't real.Why do I feel like a doll getting played with? Am I just one of his girls?I take a seat on the bench farthest from the playground and see a bunch of little kids scattered around. Their smiles blooming just like a rose bush. I feel like I'm the thorn.You there?That's the problem. I'm here. Wherever he wants me to be I'll be there. I leave his text alone and watch the clouds. If I could choose where I wanted to be, it would be the clouds. They look like coconut-flavored cotton candy.byeThose words sting a little. It's just like when a bee stings. At first, it doesn't hurt but when you understand, it starts to swell up.I can feel my fingers losing grip of his love. They have burns and buries on them. The cuts are deep and shallow. 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