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Get Rid of You

I have thought this through.

I want to get rid of you.

I will make you scream in pain,

And make you suffer, make you insane.

I will destroy you physically and mentally,

And manipulate you until there’s no going back.

You better leave soon, sweetie.

Or it will be me, who has to attack.

Get your hopes away from me.

Once you’ve reached the point of being unable to do that, you’ll never be free.

If you cant leave, get used to tears and crying.

Get used to giving up on trying.

Get used to pain.

Get used to the real me,

And I swear, that, you wouldn’t want to see.