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Parasites

Some nights I lay awake utterly stressed
Plotting on my future
Can i get some rest?
Everyone wants what they cannot have
what I desire is simple
a break from the pests
the pests of reality
of life itself
avoiding the parasites that stem from hell
searching for change
or perhaps just solace
it seems so unobtainable
until you are in a coffin.
Written by clairethepoet
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Author's Note
a poem I wrote in rehab
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