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Crippled and tossed into a creek by another beautiful face

Alone now I've forgotten my habits with nothing to do

Killing myself isn't fun anymore, poker became a penance

Instead I'm playing hopscotch

What do you wake up to?

You lie asleep for a king, enticed by timeless notions of royalty

Push and pull, then push and push, your constant game oozes nostalgia and likeness to my past drug addiction

It started in the silo and continued here at work where hours and hours are gone

Four cycles pass - my emotions ice over on top of throwing up blood

Several Hells I've escaped but Purgatory is forever my rain cloud