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When you started

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talking in your sleep, saying things you'd do to me, I didn't care, I wasn't scared.  Now I'm finding knives under the sheets, crumbled photographs of me... I'm in despair, should I be scared? (...)

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You were comforting and quiet

how did love become so violent? 

Everything was so sweet, 

until you tried to kill me! 

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