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A bright light,
A shining heaven. I stand in a cirle of white and gold. She stands there, Staring, That horrid, piercing glare. I know I have failed. I see the wrong that I have done. But those burning eyes. I won't turn back now, I can't give her up. She's all I know. She is an addiction, She's poison, And yet I can't live without her. What do I do? Where do I go? I don't understand. Why did she pick me? Why not some other girl, Lacking "self-esteem." I'll hate her for this, I always will, But I'll never stop loving her, either.
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