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Oh darling, I once tied the knot with,

I'm sorry I had to end things like this.

Tied you up and left you, looks like I forgot about the curfew.

The look of fear you had, made my adrenaline rush and my blood boil.

I was stupid for thinking I could've controlled myself.

Sorry honey, I'm not a little boy.

I'm so tired of playing tug-o-war, just give me what I really want.

I don't care about getting in police cars.

Just give me what I want, the small packets of fairy dust,

that bring me into an intense state of happiness & allows my mind to fly up high.

I know it's bad, but I won't lie.

I don't care, it's just too good.

I was addicted long before I knew I could.

Sorry honey.

I couldn't stop myself, but now it's too late to pull myself away.

Engulfed by this artificial happiness, I can no longer tell the difference anyway.

Sorry.

My mind wasn't in the right place,

but you're no longer here, so it's me who stays,

stays home regretting what I did today,

Should I confess, or wait for the police to come and take me away?

I know once it wears off, I'll be in a devastated state,

but the thought won't enter my delusional mind right away, and my heart's still not fazed.

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