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How much did it hurt knowing you fucked up your life once again?

History keeps repeating, you're still the person you once condemned

You can keep digging, the mess you've made won't go out on it's own.

You can keep running, but this will follow you wherever you go

This salacious way of living will be your downfall

The guilt, the shame, manifesting

Immoral, tormenting, addiction

This cycle of disgust will only serve as your infliction

Your contribution to your jaded sickness

Your vulgar actions; all too meticulous

The loneliness should have been a sign that this would never pay off

When will you learn the hate of which you speak is the reason you don't have the life you seek?

You must accept the fact you did this to yourself, no one stabbed you in the back

This is not a simple miscalculation

The loss of hope, a sign of the times, fuelled by lust, condemned by saints

The daughters of plagues will now rejoice and hold high the chalice of decay

This black cloud over your head will not subside, do it son, choke on your sick

No one will cry