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YOU'RE GONE

You made me write
But now you're gone
What am I to do?

Pain has always been my euphoria
And you fed it to me
Kept me alive and breathing

I starve and crave for your toxicity
It gave me purpose
A reason to use my words

But now you're gone...

KCO III



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