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Why does it have to be like this?
DonÂ’t you care at all what I feel?
You canÂ’t see that pain
You donÂ’t know anything about real me

So is it like a rain?
It washes you clean from your dirt?

And only thing I can do now
is worship your clean body
I canÂ’t touch it, I canÂ’t taste it
I canÂ’t take this anymore!
Kill me with your clean kiss
and let me forget everything.

Just let me die!





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