Hit me.
Hurt me.
Cut me.
Throw me away.
Make me scream in dispair.
Let me think sufferin doesnt have to end.
I'll be the one wounded in the end.
I'll be the one bleeding.
I'll be the one who wont know where her being was lost.
But, so you see, Im willin to.
Cuz Ive no more desires. Ive no more dreams.
Maybe..Surely, I didnt have them from the begginin. And I realized it just now.
However, the result is the same.
One with a lot of nothing.
Forgive me, little girl.
Forgive me, my sweetie.
But the only thing I can see right now is the fog. My vision is blurry.
So is my heart.
And my soul is blind.
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