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I continue this torture, recycling the pain...all because I put his love in vain.
I used his love and scorched his trust. Now scowled upon with such hate and disgust. No words can express the regret that I feel. I've severed a wound that may never heal. My soul is trapped, baracaded behind steel. Will I ever be set free, or is this where I'm destined to be?? Rotting away in this prison for all eternity...
I continue this torture, recycling the pain...all because I put his love in vain.
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