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misery loves me

sat down on the brown carpet
remember it? sat right in the middle of our living room to cry
it seemingly was my favorite breakdown place
“catch a grip,” I told myself
” what have I to gain thinking about you?”
“misery and heartbreaks,” I answered
somehow it felt better, this misery
kept me to you like a drug
always falling in the wrong
apart instead of in love
how do you
get by without me?

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