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Darling stop confusing me. With your wishful thinkings. Hopeful embraces. Don't you understand? I have to go through this. I belong to here where no-one cares and no-one loves. No light no air to live in. A place called hate. The city of fear. I play dead. It stops the hurting. I play dead. And the hurting stops. It's sometimes just like sleeping. Curling up inside my private tortures. I nestle into pain. Hug suffering. Caress every ache. I play dead, it stops the hurting. |