I was a better person with you,
not because of you,
just with you,
and together we were better for each other,
organized chaos,
but the kind that I knew wasn't bad for me,
sometimes I thought we fed off each other,
but that had a bad way about it,
like we needed it,
like a needle or something,
and I didn't,
I didn't need it,
I just wanted it,
and that was still the difference between my ledger and yours,
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