While others question why.
I defend you.
They don’t understand how you can do this. Be this way.
I defend you.
They say they hate you. I tell them to hate the situation, not you.
Never you.
The stares and whispers from those that have heard the rumours, the allegations, the threats.
I defend you.
The lies and fabrications designed to cut me to the core.
I defend you.
You tear me down. You seem hell bent on completely destroying me.
Anything. Everything you can possibly do to get me to stop caring.
Yet, here I am, still defending you. Your actions. Your words.
Forgive her. She knows not what she does.
But she may just kill me in the process.
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