I took away your heart,
while venting my selfish rage.

Your soul I shattered,
while I fought to get my way.

Your pain, so fresh,
like a gaping wound to the throat,

My hate of you,
which will never be smote...

But now..
I'm almost gone,
And there's no time to right my wrongs...
So these gifts I give,
so that you may live on...

I give you back your heart,
which I so brutally ripped away.

Your soul,
which should never have needed to be saved.

Your pain,
which i'm sure
will eventually set you free,

And my hate.....
so that you will never mourn for me...

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