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Your messages were the butterflies in my stomach;
The spark that starts up a wildfire;
The heroin in my veins;
So when I took them away;
Withdrawals ran after me;
Day and night;
My fingers didn't hesitate to push the delete button;
Anxiety screaming in my ears;
It was time I put myself first;
Time I forget nothing will ever come out;
Of me wishing you'll see close enough;
To know i'm worthy of your mercy;
And now I regret it;
For this time around;
I can finally forget about you.

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