You
are a twisted,
ugly soul.
A reflection
of myself.
I
I am
a masochist.
I
hurt myself
by loving you.
I wonder
when I'll stop?
I wonder
if I can?
How?
How do I live?
How
do I stop
wanting you?
You
are a twisted,
ugly soul.
A reflection
of myself.
I
I am
a masochist.
I
hurt myself
by loving you.
I wonder
when I'll stop?
I wonder
if I can?
How?
How do I live?
How
do I stop
wanting you?
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