This one speaks for itself. There's a line from Moulin Rouge that runs through my mind with I think of this poem--which is often. "Hurt him to save him." Sometimes, it's the only way?
Tell thoughts of you to go away.
Please make my pain take flight.
Remove from me this burden,
Return my world to bright.
Tell unshed tears to stay themselves,
Please help my heart to mend.
Tell me you don't love me.
Tell me it's the end.
Hold me in your shaking arms,
Feel mine tremble, too.
Take the stars out of my eyes
And kill my love for you.
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