Your memory invades my dreams
What do you want, what do you need?
What you did hurt more than it seems
Was what you did out of greed?
Do you seek me out to hurt me more?
Isn't it enough, what you've done before?
I ponder to myself, what did you do this for?
You left me thinking you're a fucking whore.
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