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Why does it hurt?

Why are you pulling away?

Suffering, sweet, stranger

may I touch that terror in you?

Your agony

is driving me mad.

As I crawl coldly across the floor

I know I need more.

Every time you touch me and your soft lips brush mine whispering how you’d love to kill me,

I miss him.

I let you take my soul and try to prove love to me.

Try to give me pleasure

but I’m in pain.

Try to fill the emptiness in my eyes,

But the nothingness will always remain.