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Visions of Home.

These vibrant, vicious dreams we escape
Confusing textures, outward prose.
Holy Candyman, this is too heavy a dose.
Constantly constant, ocean-like vivid dreams.
I am the Alpha, all-knowing individual.
These drugs need skin to reproduce.
Pills have no hope, the dosage is no use.
Using up, the borrowed time I let you spend.
Breaking hearts, breaking up, never given a chance to mend.
Never given a chance to mend.
I've realized that I am better off dying, soon to be dead.
I'm better off dead.

Written by knifesalesmen
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