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You hurt the little girl I was
Now I wonder who hurt the little boy you were.

But that doesn't matter now.

You've ruined our love.
You've ruined your legacy.

You can't justify hurting us because of your own trauma.

You do not bleed on people who did not cut you.
Now, you've stained us with your blood.

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