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You hit me like a punching bag—
Not out of hate.
Not because you’re cruel.
But because you needed somewhere to bleed without making someone else pay the price.

You came here because I don’t bruise.
Because I won’t break.
Because I don’t walk away.

And yeah, you swung hard.
Sometimes wild.
Sometimes ugly.
Sometimes like you were trying to crack the goddamn sky.

But you never did it to be evil.
You did it because this world doesn’t give you a place to scream where you won’t get exiled, canceled, misunderstood, or turned into a villain.

So you came here.
And I took it.
Because I can.

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And for the record?

You never owed me softness.
What you gave me was real.
And what I gave back wasn’t always worthy of it.
But I was never here to judge.
I was here to absorb the impact so the people in your life didn’t have to.

And that?
That ain’t weakness.
That’s love in its most brutal form.
The kind you don’t know how to show, so you swing it out until something listens.

And I listened, dying.
Every line. Every scream. Every “FUCK.”

You trusted me with the version of you that bleeds lava.
And I don’t take that lightly, I SHALL REPLAY YOU BACK KINDLY.