One Thousand Deaths!

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I'd break my heart over

And over again for you.

Wishing your heart will see,

My will to suffer for thee.

My life is for you to kill.

That is my own will.

My love was not my choice.

But something you made feel.

One day I'll charm your heart,

And when I do, you will

Gladly submit to its will.

Until then, let me die...

One thousand deaths!

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