i'm always the one hurting you, you said.
how about me?
you are searching for your identity, am i not?
you just make me so fucking pissed each day.
it's you who killed me, not the other way round.
my soul is dead.
it was, long ago.
how about me?
you are searching for your identity, am i not?
you just make me so fucking pissed each day.
it's you who killed me, not the other way round.
my soul is dead.
it was, long ago.
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