Please, let me die...
Please, let me die
right this instant,
curled up in his arms
like an infant.
Let me fall,
and I'll go down in joy.
Don't tell me
he thinks I'm his toy.
If he does
I do not want to hear.
All I want
is to simply be near.
So please, let me die
right now, right here,
and my soul will forever
be kept out of fear.
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