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Dead

I hate your knuckles meeting my skin
I hate your yelling when its words about me
I see you in my head sleeping in my bed
with your own knife being thrusted in and out of your rib cage
i see you being punched and slapped
i see you being cut up and you screaming
and i hear laughing
Then crying
then i realize its me
doing this to you
its me
I fall onto your lifeless corpse
and cry
i just killed the love of my life
Why oh why
i remember why
you
are
heartless
I killed you because i love you
you needed to be shown
not to hurt me
i hurt you back
now you can never hurt me again

by Chaela666
posted on 12/28/2007

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