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Fry Aug 2020
I refuse to be a pawn
In your game
Telling me which way to go
Making me break the rules
And always step backwards
I refuse to let you
I will do everything in my
Power to make sure I
Come back
And to make sure
I can leave for the last time
Fry Aug 2020
High up in the skies
The demons bellow
Seem so small
They seem weak
You could defeat them all
In one fatal swoop
But your fuel runs out
You always go back to how you felt
You always go back to what you did
Fry Aug 2020
Eyes in the back of your head
But somehow there not just there
You've plucked them
And snuck them into every corner
Every word I say
You can hear
Fry Aug 2020
I know your aware
I'm leaving
And I can't apologize anymore
So please stop making
Plans for the future
Because none of the will involve you
Fry Aug 2020
My hand empty now
But not washed of the pain I feel
To live another breath
Is to drink more poison
It slowly kills me
Fry Aug 2020
Twelve hours between each dose
I count out
Twelve and hold them in my hand
Small pills I call tic tacs
Twelve of them I could take all at once
Maybe then this nightmare would end
Maybe then I'd be held by you at
Twelve pm
Fry Aug 2020
If I disappeared
What would you do
What things would you destroy
What tears would you shed
Am I worth a tear to you
Will you understand that this is what
I need
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