Medicated High
The stark reality fades away
making way for medicated highs
I just can't take this world no more
there's no room here for my Queer soul
Taking pills in rounds of 5
feeding my will to die
Until my body is full of poison
nothing will be alright
nothing 'til I
OVERDOSE
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