When You Can’t Walk Away From That Bad Love

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We got that bad love. The kind that’s toxic. The kind that pulls you into the darkest depths of hell and you wonder what you can do to free yourself. It’s poison. Pure arsenic. But I can’t walk away.

No matter how I try to cut the vines that you’ve wrapped around me to hold me into place, I can’t. The harder I fight, the more they constrict. The more I struggle the tighter they wrap…