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You've suffocated me in a blanket of confusion. Manipulating me into your direction, while my heart calls for someone else, anyone else. It finally shouts for someone, or anyone who's not you.

You always come in and mess things up. This time I know your tricks, your toxic, vivid hallucinogens. It won't work - you're no longer what I want, nor what I need; and I still long for the day where you finally fall to your knees in defeat as you come to realise that.

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