Our Bruises

     A black, a blue, strip of gold. Taking a group of evil, beautiful. He took me under, while holding our breaths... My secrets above him, my secrets below, black and blue bruises, are our tattoos!
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     Covered in makeup, constructed a fuck up. We were a good couple, tell me what got a hold of us?
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     We ride together, and what we do is another. Some people object, but that's beautiful. How come this had to end?
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     I wondered why I love is blind... It made me laugh to an extent! But, that's okay, I'm not upset. Our bruises, are our makeup...
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     To an abusive relationship... A relationship, I love.