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Oct 2021
You poets. You priests. You shrinks.
You've no idea what I'm going through.
My shredded nerves demand another hit.
Have my body for another shot of it.
Let me dream among mine own kind.
Tomorrow I'll wake in ****** hell.
I'll find another shot into paradise.
I'll dream of being clean once again.
I'll dream of perfect childhoods and
true love that lasts a lifetime.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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