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Obsessive At the Point of No Return
all I had to offer, sacrificed the sparkle of her eyes; all she really needed, the sole, elusive trait I dispossessed; all she could have been, laid waste in such a way to emphasise; all I counted lost, purblind within the veil of the obsessed. all the vagrant dreams, now moribund and shorn of living wealth; all the failure nights, when fault I laid directly at her feet; all I never did, to rectify the fool I made myself; all I should have done, vanishing like chattel in the street. all I focus on, a struggle in a limp and futile haze; all the chances gone, when still born lust had died a sorry death; all is ended now, yet in my nerves her glamour ever stays; all is said and done, garbage on the 'phone, I waste my breath. all my sad ideals, in jigsaw pieces that can never fit; all I can't forget, in a loathing heart must simply burn; all to which I cling, a vacant source of utter deficit, all that I remain, obsessive at the point of no return.
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