My Losing Battle

His words the kindest I'll ever hear
His touch the softest I'll ever feel
Constantly breaking my spirit
Leaving me with wounds that will never heal

Who knew that something so desperately wrong
Could be the one thing that was right?
Who knew that the losing battle
Would be the one I'd want to fight?

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