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Feb 2014
Every time when I awake
I feel it lingering, turns realism fake
What is the point when I’m so full of hate
Only myself does this love negate

I try to do what I can
But when gazing in the mirror it’s an image I can’t stand
Telling myself I’ll never be a man
A ***, a leech destroyed his own plans

What is this image in the reflection
I want to ****, ******, and maim anything it hopes for redemption
A creature that deserves nothing more
But a needle, deadly injection from a filthy *****
Wanting to die, breathing no more

At night I lay and weep
One thing in my mind the awareness keeps
I don’t want to wake up
After I fall asleep
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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