Hurting Love
Hurting love
I love it when I hurt you
When I make you cry
When I make you be in gravy pain
You hurt me before so in return
I’ll vanish you from this world
Revenge will be I suppose
The solution of my dead rose
Now look at the time
Midnight half
Let’s take the knives out
And use the butcher to finish
What I suppose is agreed and written in post
Blood is so dark
Nor white nor black
What I just saw
Was an example of a terrifying Go
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