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Gone

My preferred choice of poison
Leaves me in a state.
Forgotten, not forgiven:
Papered-over hate.

What was I meant to do,
But indulge and divulge just like you?
What am I meant to believe?
I’m already gone as we get ready to leave.

My preferred words of wisdom
Leave me mute, confused.
Impulsive, so repulsive.
I’m lost, still bound to lose.

What was I meant to do,
But indulge and divulge just like you?
What am I meant to believe?
I’m already gone as we get ready to leave.

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