By the other side,
I wish I could give you my eyes, for your revenge...
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If you could see me,
I wish I could feel a spit of you in my face
a burst of anger
and why not that stab in my heart?
Be mad with me.
If I could kill myself to end up this torture
I would - but I'm afraid to see you.

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