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what they call love

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the only thing I ever asked of them was to be there
to be supportive in what I knew I needed to do for myself.

their only response was to bring in handcuffs and needles
and now there is nothing left for me but death.

everyone says that they're my parents: inferring "they will always be there" "they will always love you".

This is what they call love.

p.s. - honey, i know you've tried to call me, but they took my cell phone so i haven't been able to call you back. i'm gonna try to get the number from knapp. just one more thing, so you did leave after all? like i said, and you didn't even say goodbye.