The death of Me Was long and full of pain the death of Me Was an act of murder by You. The death of Me Gave life to Myself... The person I know now. You killed me with kindness And reserected me with shock... As the final blood dripped out of Me You dismemebered Me piece by piece Breast Lips Fingers Cunt Frontal Lobe Eyes And spine... Then piece by piece Me was replaced And I found Myself After you mutilated Me. No longer it is possible to know Me Just Myself Which does not know Of You, The best part of all of It.Birth sign: Gemini
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