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I want to see you bleeding out
to your bitter end
deserving of the torture.
where your heart used to be
i have left you a peom
of the pain you have caused me,
with your death comes the sweet
end of my emotional pain
pooled in blood,
you gugrle.
knives burried deep
twitching, you rech out,
knowing my mercy, you thought
there could be hope,
and with that i pluck your heart
out from your chest,
you just didn't need it anymore.
[or your two inch c**k]