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In too deep,
she was blinded by her love for him,
ignoring all the torment and mental torture,
she wasn't ready to leave.

In too deep,
she had become a recluse;
a recluse, only for the people who dearly loved and cared about her. ceasing to exist, for them..
She stopped meeting them,
for that creep.

In too deep,
she had turned a blind eye to his orthodoxy,
decepted by the cloak of her
solicitude and her love for him,
She continued to stay with him, he, who was so cheap.

In too deep,
she was miserable
in that fountain of toxicity,
Only if she knew,
In his love,
She was in, too deep.

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Songs of the day: Worst of you by Maisie Peters