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" no more will i be haunted by your memory of filth, she's been tormented by your hands.lift off into hell from which you came, she no longer fallows you demands. i hear her scream from the second floor as you beat her to death. she crys in her sleep afraid to open her eyes and see you standing in the doorway, watching her. hurting her, killing her inside. ( i guess red is your favorite color its her hair and her blood too). this poor girl she has no hope inside, her last resort of escape is her falling rate of suicide. i'll hold her in my arms as she screams and crys, emotions racing, but im the one that dies. so what is left but to rip her world apart but the one thing i wont let you do is break her heart.