I've chased away my darling soul
She said I was nothing but a hole
A man that would never be whole
Pain written across an old scroll
I could not say sorry so I just swore
She grew and I was a tedious chore
Life is precious but in me she saw war
I gazed at her and slammed the door
Never mind me and her I've old friends
My obsession with them can only cleanse
My pockets are full and I am here to spend
Enjoying the purest and devious of trends
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