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Everything to gain
Sick of myself
Sick of my home
Watching my wasting flesh
Slowly turn into bones
Go where I'm needed
Go where I'm wanted
Where disabling diseases
No longer haunt me
I can be with all the others
Mirrors of me
Who want nothing more
Than to be set free
Free from the desire
Free from the pain
With nothing left to lose
And everything to gain
Sick of my home
Watching my wasting flesh
Slowly turn into bones
Go where I'm needed
Go where I'm wanted
Where disabling diseases
No longer haunt me
I can be with all the others
Mirrors of me
Who want nothing more
Than to be set free
Free from the desire
Free from the pain
With nothing left to lose
And everything to gain
Published 9th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Sick of living in this addict world.
Long to be in my old home again.
Long to be in my old home again.
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