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"I"

13/09/2025

Kinnen

You butchered me under the bridge
You mangled the corpse
near the abandoned building
You flaunt the corpse on the path

You murdered me
You butchered me
You act like nothing happened

Now, my heart is yours.
The I cannot be separated from the We.
Your heartaches are mine, and mine yours.