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But When You Kill Someone You Love, The Hard Part Is Never Over. It Just Gets Easier To Distract Yourself From What You've Done.

I Feel Empty, Not Because Of Sadness, But Because Of Relief, All The Tension Flowing Out Of Me.

I Am Too Strong To Break So Easily, And I Become Better, Sharper, Every Time I Touch Him.

He Leans His Face Close To Mine And Wraps His Fingers Around My Chin. His Hand Smells Like Metal. When Was The Last Time He Held A Gun, Or A Knife?

If I Let A Little Of The Emotion Out, All Of It Will Come Out, And It Will Never End.