Han brukade kalla mig för DN. Det stog för deadly nightshade. För jag var fylld med gift, men välsingnad med skönhet.
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He used to call me poison. That guy was poison himself. I could have died so many times 'cause he was right beside me. He raised me up, he hurt me but it felt like true love. He told me that when he hit me it felt like a kiss. He taught me that just loving him was never enough.
