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Oh sweet jeeba the freshest of kinds
Youve gone from my lungs, but reside in my mind
Took hostage 8 years and 8 years to many
Stole my whole life along with every last penny

But sweet Mary Jayne, this time it must stop
For I finally think the penny has dropped
This game is a strain and it’s no longer fun
The battle has started, but the war is not won

And I’ll hold my hands high for this faithful confession,
You see this habit is now an obsession
This beast is alive! And to my soul it has fled
If this carries on soon, we will both be dead!

So farewell dear amigo the struggle is over
I no longer carry this chip on my shoulder
If logic and reasoning has led me to this
Then logic and reasoning must go amiss

So the tale unfolds of a true classic case
The substance took hold, and not so in haste
My friend you will see when you open the door
Not a genius herself, but a corpse on the floor