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I can’t take it.

Bring me my dose of distraction.
I am paying too much attention.

My skin feels alive.

I can’t survive this forced confrontation.

They say I should be praying.

Bloody bigots, they’re still getting their fix, online.

Just

Give me mine.
They’ve positioned themselves, giving hope to the

multitudes who lack it.

Slick bastards, selling hopes for coins.

They’ve found the right words to speak.

Their followers need them.
But I, need no mortal gods.

I only ask for distraction.

Please break my gaze

Every hidden thing now stares me in the face.

I guess the graves I dug were too shallow...
It’s all on the surface now,

Skeletal remains of my infant dreams, pain, loneliness and

loss.

I FEEL it all.

Grief is here, so is Regret...

They finally have my attention.
Exhaustion is here

Temptation is here

I can’t run.

LOCKDOWN!

I am at home with my monsters.
Please Bring me my distractions...

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