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With you you were the drug dealer and I the addict together wih your supply colors became brighter emotions numbed to nothing from what I can explain to happiness the sun never set....
I still listen to all the songs you told me about. It's like the only piece of you I have left. They bring back bittersweet sadness. In myself, I've found some of you.
How many times will I have to tell you? How many times will you bring me down? I was just so sure you felt it too.
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