Don't take your time
about it. One cut is all
it takes, or one blow if
you're squeamish. Just do
the business now and let
my blood stop flowing in
these pathetic limbs of mine.
Kill me now, please. Don't
stand and tell me I have
everything to live for - you
know nothing about my past
and would care even less.
You shut me out, now end my
life forever, if you please.
Why are you still waiting?
My death will benefit you -
you can be free to love a better
woman than I could ever hope
to be. Do it - set yourself free.
Kill me now, please.
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