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my life is spent:
fighting inner demons that are constantly re-surfacing.
keeping secrets to the grave
hiding who I really am from the ones I love
living in fantasies that will never come true
seething with hatred for a society that thinks I signed some kind of social contract
pretending I'm ok when I'm really not
knowing I'll die unsatisfied.
drinking to forget these feelings, at least, until yesterday begins again, tomorrow.
fighting inner demons that are constantly re-surfacing.
keeping secrets to the grave
hiding who I really am from the ones I love
living in fantasies that will never come true
seething with hatred for a society that thinks I signed some kind of social contract
pretending I'm ok when I'm really not
knowing I'll die unsatisfied.
drinking to forget these feelings, at least, until yesterday begins again, tomorrow.