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Mar 2016
Go ahead, hurt me and make my soul cry
look at me, touch me and stab my heart with your words.
I know you do not love me, I know you do not need me,
but, please, come here and take me out of this hell.
Lie to me, just do it one more time, do not be afraid,
lie to me while my cup of coffee gets cold and my world gets colder,
While the sky turns dark and my heart gets darker.
I know you do not love me, I know you do not need me.
I feel alone, sad, anxious, but I really know it is not enough
it will never be enough, never enough as the love I gave you.
So now, my pen is crying and this piece of paper is wet.
By me, The Raven.
Steven Guevara Betancur
Written by
Steven Guevara Betancur  Colombia.
(Colombia.)   
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