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I hold the darkness inside,

The pain of what you left,

The pain of what I gave,

You fucked all my friends,

And sent me to a tequila soaked grave,

As a trampled flower is how I left you

Yet I expected a flawless bouquet when I returned,

A beautiful suicide sums us up in one image,

An unmatched mix of toxicity and passion,

A taste of booze and anarchic actions,

We were the unstoppable force,

And our actions hauntingly unmovable objects.

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