I came, a child, so young, so unaware,
An object to admire and behold,
I let you paint my portrait, let it share
That life, and love, were out of my control.
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I touched your cheek and let you know I saw you,
I kissed you just to let you know I could,
I knew I had the power that could draw you,
A power that I hardly understood.
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I hated you for showing me perfection,
I hated you because you disapproved,
I hated, and I loved, our strange connection,
I killed only what had to be removed.
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And still I cannot shake this growing dread,
That love, salvation, freedom, now are dead.