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There is nothing I wouldn't do

to slip this noose around you.

There is nothing I couldn't wreck

to make sure you break your neck.

My hate for you grows stronger

as the days grow longer.

Pretty boy,

you're a broken toy,

worthless and devoid of meaning.

You are one life that wasn't worth conceiving.

You have the gun now pull the trigger.

Slit your wrists,

unclench your fists.

And while you die in your crown of thorns

I won't be the one who mourns.