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Thoughts of you make me ill
I wish to tear my stomach out
Your filth I wish to kill
And give a defiant shout
You once told me you love me
And now you ignore I'm here
As if you always knew we'd never be
So why is it you once dubbed me dear?
You let me feel your breast
And I enjoyed the warmth beating underneath
Your lies, of me acquired the best
I hope you're happy with my heart's death
For you, I can't love anymore
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