He took something from me. He took little pieces of mine, little pieces over time, so small I didn't even notice. He wanted me to be something I wasn't and I made myself into what he wanted. One day I was me, and then suddenly I was lying for him, jeoparizing my career. I wasn't me anymore. I lost myself for a longtime. And now finally me again, I love you and that scares the crap out of me. moved to here for him, not for myself, only for love. and that will never happen again.
At Bronte beach,
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