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Just say the word
Don't make me suffer anymore
Show me you are not rotten,
Not rotten to the core.
Tell me you are sorry
That you will torture me no more
That you won't ever hit me
Or make me feel angry and sore
I just want to hear it
Just one word from your lips
Just say it once
Before my world will eclipse
It is too late now
I now am broken and scared
You can't help me now
You are what I feared
I no longer acknowledge you
To me you are just pain
My hatred towards you
I no longer can tame
But somewhere I hope
Hope to hear one word
Which I believe can fix me a little
That word was my light in this world
Don't make me suffer anymore
Show me you are not rotten,
Not rotten to the core.
Tell me you are sorry
That you will torture me no more
That you won't ever hit me
Or make me feel angry and sore
I just want to hear it
Just one word from your lips
Just say it once
Before my world will eclipse
It is too late now
I now am broken and scared
You can't help me now
You are what I feared
I no longer acknowledge you
To me you are just pain
My hatred towards you
I no longer can tame
But somewhere I hope
Hope to hear one word
Which I believe can fix me a little
That word was my light in this world
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I think it's very good.
You can express feelings with mastery, and the way you do is beautiful.
Your poetry has rythm and depth.
You can express feelings with mastery, and the way you do is beautiful.
Your poetry has rythm and depth.