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Mar 2020
I'm hooked
like a ******
to a hundred million
fantasies
and none of them
include you.
Everytime we get close,
an inch apart we gain.
I'm sick
and there is no cure,
no God
to save my hurt.
My grave is built,
the soil is soft and comfy
to lay rest my guilt.
It is what it will be
and that's whatever
defines me.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
85
   --- and Perry
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