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Let me know once you're done,
With the knife you borrowed,
When you're done twisting it in me,
Not feeling my sorrow.
Tell me when you finally pull it out,
So I can finish bleeding tomorrow.
We were living on borrowed time,
Only a vacation from life.
I wish happiness and hope for you,
Just please let me know it's through,
So I can stop thinking that it never was,
And believing true love is a lie.
Just tell me you never truly loved me,
So I may peacefully die inside,
To stop holding on to the hope,
That my love is forever for you.
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