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You used to love me
and you used to say
that without my love
your world'd turn gray.

Ofcourse you didn't mean it,
you'd always lie.
Wanting to hurt me,
making me cry.

I beg you to stop,
just finish me now,
I want you to kill me,
no, I do not care how.

Cause you're making me suffer,
only bringing me pain.
Why do you hurt me?
What is it you gain?

Is it fun to hit me?
Do you smile when I bleed?
If you're trying to kill me
can you please succed?