love being a faggot
Hate being alive
Need to find a Thelma
so we can drive
off a cliff
into a creek
finally surendered
on a losing streak

Behind my eyes
there was the void
nothing worked to fill it
at times there was the sensation
of falling forever 
nothing under me

Meetings of drunks feels like church
Every day pray for forgiveness
Never could be me in a congregation
Going to the real thing
for the first time in decades
the pastors gay so…

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