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I promised, one about spaghetti,

i'm ready for the forceful machete,

i'm sweaty, from being told what to write,

i won't succumb, i'll do as i please yet again tonight,

collect the memories and throw em sky high like confetti,

call Betty and tell her come over for Spaghetti,

get ready and be steady, heart beats calm,

wonder how it went so well, well after the break of dawn,

she's laying on my arm and we're watching the sun set,

i'm watching her watch and enjoying her sun set,

don't ever forget this moment right here,

where the breath leaves the body, yet no fear,

for here we have a man finally living,

moving on past depression, obsession, forgiving

the rest of the living and mostly myself,

cause i'm my own nemesis, no one else.