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Do you remember
The day our spirits met?
The instant we knew we were one?
The day that we both
Found we were not alone,
And thought our search was done?

And so it was,
While both were still young -
Naive, though both knew pain.
Oh Innocence!
And so you remained,
While I clung to those days in vain.

But in spite, I grew up
To a blackness, unknown,
Oh Innocence, by you.
You - loving ...

My life is already a waste,
I think I'll waste it some more.
No one will cry
The day I die,
So what's to stop me from getting high
On my household substances galore?