Author: Tara Barnwell
What is your name?
What is your purpose,
Why are you here?
I used to love you,
And now I don't.
I want you to die,
Want you to know.
You've made my existence hell,
Ands now I'm playing back the game.
I'll make you cry,
I'll make you bleed.
Make you see,
What you've done to me.
I'll inflict pain on you,
Like you've already done.
With time I'll let you know,
If I think you've suffered enough.
I'll make sure I pay my debt to you.
Make sure there isn't a thing I owe you,
Though even God knows you owe me,
In ways you'll never ever know.
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