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Satisfied.

With a will I no longer have
My hand reaches for freedom.
Chastity perserves my soul
But impurity eats my mind.

So hard to move from here
I challenge myself to run.
No longer do I laugh out loud.
My times of cheer are done.

With a smile that's not truthful
I run my hand along your arm.
Satisfied with the results.
I leave you there to rot in hell.

Peace to the homewrecker.
For they shall be wrought against.
But isn't that what they strive for?
Your pain is their lament.

CRAP!

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