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Love is an addiction
Much more destruction than drug
The more you taste
The more you know
It will bring nothing but forlorn.

Even a bee sting will hurt
But this poison runs deep
Branching out like roots of a tree
And engulfs us within our sin.

I will cry no more
For there are no tears to weep
I won't believe you anymore
I'm not blinded by my misery.

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