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May 2018
Your space of comfort
is discomfortable for me
The hours you're awake
All I want to be is asleep
I fell into an illusion
For some it's a dream
Crashing in this delusion
My eternal scream

Bound by your lies
and the drunks you serve all night
The machine says I'm winning
that is not the case
If these walls could speak they'd yell
Drowning in a cage
For some call it gold
To me, it will flake

Promised hand is just legal paper
A time you promised to be home
Can't get the imagery out of my head
My Sisyphus stone
Substances steal the light I have left
Oh how I wish for my emotions to run dry
I feel truthful when I say I tried my best
Continue in this state of mind I will die
Parker
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Parker  30/M/Here and there
(30/M/Here and there)   
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   skay and Nylee
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