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May 2017
I had this grandiose idea
That you were still this horrible thing
This addiction

I had this grandiose idea
That you would come back home,
Destroy me

I think I might have hoped for it
To make it easier to say goodbye to you
Again

But you came and went
And now I am sure about you
And I miss you

You're no longer an addiction
You no longer poison me
And I miss you

I had this grandiose idea
That you wouldn't leave
And I miss you
January 31, 2017 3:32
Written by
Livia Rose  23/F
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