71.) to me

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Dear younger me,
I did it again, but this time to a worse degree.
Don't be mad or angry,
don't shout at me.
I didn't mean to, honestly.
But you can't blame me.
I must have been lonely.
So I attracted company.
But not hellish this time, heavenly.
I might be in too deeply,
but I don't care, really.
Know what repeats? - History.
This is out of my control, totally.
And I'm addicted, seriously.
Hoping this won't be the death of me.
Hoping this won't happen thirdly.
Pretending to go on happily.
When I've already written the ending in my head, secretly.
We all die in the end, but I write the death scenes preemptively.
To block the water and honey.
To stop it from being runny.
So I don't lose myself entirely.
So please understand, fully.
You already do, hopefully.
Yours sincerely,
Me.
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