You are the only one who with one little number that can make me go to Heaven, or Hell. (And that means a worse Hell than I already reside in.)
I know you. You have compassion. Making me sad is like kicking the crutches out from under a crippled person. (In the neighborhood, anyway.) You aren't like that woman. I would never be in love with a monster like her.
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