I've realized that the things you love the most
Are the things that hurt you the most
You know exactly what I can do
I want you all for myself, only for me
Can't you tell that I'm full of rage?
I'm planning a way to make you die
If you're not with me, you won't be with anyone else
Sorry for my evil thoughts, nothing will go wrong
It's a bit sad my love for you
I want you to come and feel pain with me endlessly
Please trust with what I'm going to do
All my fealings are 100% pure
It might be a little macabre, but it's worth it
You might think I'm crazy for doing this
I look in your eyes and see tears for the first time
The knife comes closer to you
You scream for help, but no one would come
The knife touches your throat, and then...
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