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My Swan Song
This is it,
MY last submission for a while.
Possibly forever,
As I am done.
Life is too much for me,
I can't handle it anymore.
The people who can't accept me,
Or even respect me a little.
The name-calling,
The threats.
The loneliness,
The pain.
The longing to be me,
And knowing I never will be.
I just can't handle it anymore.
This is my Swan Song,
My final words.
I wish I died a good death,
In a way like no other.
But I guess I'll go out my own way,
Full of drugs.
With a fat Hard-on,
A body full of drugs.
Fully dressed as who I wish I was,
And as much bondage as I can do to myself.
MY last submission for a while.
Possibly forever,
As I am done.
Life is too much for me,
I can't handle it anymore.
The people who can't accept me,
Or even respect me a little.
The name-calling,
The threats.
The loneliness,
The pain.
The longing to be me,
And knowing I never will be.
I just can't handle it anymore.
This is my Swan Song,
My final words.
I wish I died a good death,
In a way like no other.
But I guess I'll go out my own way,
Full of drugs.
With a fat Hard-on,
A body full of drugs.
Fully dressed as who I wish I was,
And as much bondage as I can do to myself.
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