duality of destruction
Stick a steak knife through my heart
Call me a precious work of art
Make me wish in sleep I die
Be the apple of my eye
Make me cry and push you off me
Kiss me slowly, faintly, softly.
Cover me in gasoline and light up a smoke
Make me crack up with one of your jokes
Make me hate everything but especially myself
Make me feel the happiest i've organically ever felt
Make me give up on love because you were my last shot
Keep on hugging me even when i say to stop
Call me cute, call me yours, call me perfect, call me hot,
Then shoot me up with anything to make my heart stop.
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