Hard To Love
by
W. Winters
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She was too good for this world. I was too much of a bastard to push her away.I grew up in this life, and now I run these streets. Blood and violence taint everything I touch.Everything but her. She was my constant through it all.Just a touch would singe and soothe.Just a look would tempt and torment.She became my escape and my addiction.I only survived because she was by my side.I shouldve known better than to indulge.I shouldve known better than to let her fall for me.It was only a matter of
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