You insisted to inflict?
Now you are getting it,
Below the belt!
And nothing you have felt before,
Has been like this!
But why were you so quick,
To become addicted to giving it?
Did you believe you would never receive,
Such pain that did not gain
An immediate ‘high’ to satisfy and uplift?
‘Go back where you came from! ‘
Remember when you had the audacity to say this?
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