I killed him slowly, a bit each day
She twisted the knife into her chest
For he still lived inside her, at her deepest core
She knew well his price in her flesh
And she made the trade
Bleeding away into bliss.
I killed him slowly, a bit each day
She twisted the knife into her chest
For he still lived inside her, at her deepest core
She knew well his price in her flesh
And she made the trade
Bleeding away into bliss.
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