Prosa Dia: 82. I am, Murdering Myself


You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
If it is what You want, I’ll murdered this feeling
So no more pain, no more rain
Just close my eyes and sleep

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