I never knew what he is trying to do.
I live for that pain and die from that pain
and knew that I was not ready.
Liar, when the devel shakes me like you.
Walking twords me, with both hands,
I trembled to see as the arms violently shook,
and then turning around and put it on my face,
how much more pain will I feel.
Then the lights just went off in my head.
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