You jabbed the knife in once before,
Why not do it just once more?
You won't believe the amount of pain,
It's like being stabbed over and over again.
Stick the knife in, turn it round nice,
To play it safe, twist it twice.
Kill my hopes and leave me to die,
So you no longer make me cry.
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I would like to translate this poem
Emma, the name of a wild beast is the subject to changes, should that need to be done in order to help those who need it most and forgive those who hate for wrong reason... Good write... Thank you for sharing...