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Dec 2017
Loss of hope.
Loss of breath.
In my death there's  nothing left.
Realize the real lies with real eyes.

Cannot cope.
I hope you choke.
Blurred with smoke it's not a joke.
I see no lies in your eyes.
But I see you cry.

O' I die.
I'm falling
Walking
Talking.
I'm crawling.
Falling to the ground
without a single sound.

Take a hold of me.
I cannot see.
Who do you want me to be?
Why can't I be free?
To be me.

Gasp for breath
Grasp of skin.
Live in sin.
Needles and pins.
I can't see the lies in your teary eyes.

Take my life.
Shoot the gun.
Breath there's none.
It's so much fun.
You see the lies in my eyes.
You see me cry.

O' I die.
I'm falling
Walking
Talking.
I'm crawling.
Falling to the ground
without a single sound.

Take a hold of me.
I cannot see.
Who do you want me to be?
Why can't I be free?
To be me.
Chase Alexander
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Chase Alexander  22/Trans Male
(22/Trans Male)   
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