How do I know you're not me? And when I'll be done with pulling your guts out, contorting your neck, tearing your flesh, will I be saved? Or is it all a fallacy?
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How do I know you're not me? And when I'll be done with pulling your guts out, contorting your neck, tearing your flesh, will I be saved? Or is it all a fallacy?
"It doesn't hurt anymore." "...and how do you feel about it?" "I don't feel sad or happy. I feel nothing." "Isn't that a good thing?"...
"Will you ever forgive me?" "Can you give back my life? All those lost years. Can you erase my scars? Those painful reminders. Can you...
I looked into his eyes, With a distorted sense of reality, His innocent eyes, Gazed back into my soul, As if burning away my sins, His...
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