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Love is my addiction

but folly is my drug

feelings are forgotten

swept deep beneath my rug.



Hatred is my home

and within it I am cold

lost in reminicing

through the things that I was told.



Ignorance is my nolstalga

inside i'm filled with bliss

I cna lie that I don't love you

if I remain trapped down in this.



Love may be addictive

but self-loathe is here as well

if this is all that lies before me

I prefer my private hell.