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Stab Me

I feel that tightness,
That aching in my chest.
It feels like a knife,
But it still feels good.

I love it when you stab me,
Whne you twist it around.
You keep turning it,
But I like the way it hurts.

The way you hurt me,
The way I hurt you.
This love-hate relationship of ours,
Is a never-ending story.

Like a dance - round and round,
Same thing again and again.
History in the making,
History in repeat.





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