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This is important for me to put on paper.

Once again, I'm left with nothing
But a broken heart and these words you'll never read.
I knew it wouldn't last forever.
What once were perfect moments,
Are now just haunting memories.
Every stick of gum runs out of flavor.
I got spat out.
You're looking for John Lennon while
I'm being Hunter Thompson.
I've always known the difference
Between want and need.
But thanks to you,
I fucking feel it.
It's understood beyond just words to me.
I lived it.
You wanted to try me out after
I needed to spill my guts.
No matter how I break it down
Or run it through my head,
As I do far too often,
I realize that your feelings for me,
Don't match mine for you.
I'd like to say
"I guess this is what I get,"
But no guesswork is needed.
I deserve this.
I'd like to say
"You burned a giant hole through me."
But I carved it out myself.
I hope you find your John Lennon.
I hope there's enough heroin to fill this hole.
And around and round we go.

This is me giving up.
Thank god you'll never read this.