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It took seven years of being alone to finally convince myself I was alone.
Seven years ago I had a life that I murdered. It took seven years to convince myself that it was dead.
I was never really convinced myself that it was dead. I just pretended to myself=lie to myself.....
I am love {ed}. Love is filled with venom. I am the snake bite.
I am the ghost that has been seemingly haunting your thoughts. I've kissed you in those thoughts a thousand and eight times.
When I was a stranger to myself-- stranger than myself, I would often lie to myself.
Telling myself things like: I'm kidding myself
Cause you know I am full of shit
I know I am full of shit......
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