When all she remembers was hurt.
A trap she lays in wait for them.
Once trapped, there's no way out.
Like the pain from the past.
She inflicts it back upon them.
But little does she know.
That hurt will be all she feels.

If I could put a stop to it.
Maybe. Just maybe it will all end.
Revenge is always sweet.
Even if it means losing oneself.
Yet that doesn't matter anymore.
I've already lost myself.

Two-faced.
Double personality.
Two. Double.
It's not one of me.
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