He loves me,
He loves me not -
I am destroying
A beautiful thing.
With each petal
Torn from its root,
I am destroying
A beautiful thing.He loves me,
He loves me not -
He is destroying
A delicate thing.
With each twist of the knife
He left in my chest,
He is destroying
A delicate thing.
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