You had no right to do what you did.
You tore my world apart, now everything is hid.
My heart, my soul, will never be the same.
When I look at you I feel that pain.
You were the man I was suposed to trust.
You were a sick man.
A man with a sick lust.
I sit and cry for the help that I get.
I now forgive you, for I know you'll be met.
The Devil will come and take you under his hand.
It's sad that you never got yours, while living on Gods land.
I now feel better that I have told you how I felt.
now that I know that with your eturnal keeper your body will melt.
What does not kill me, could only make me stonger.
It took me a while, but I am the woman I always wanted to be.
Thank you for making, me.
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