Overdose...Comatosed...I feel you close, but you're so very far away. Surrogate...there's no escape. I found a gate, but it's locked so I'm here to stay... Yet every wish I have is granted. Every hand is mine to hold and all the trees that I have planted touch the sky, turn gold. I could buy the planet if I wanted. I'd make it mine...Yes, I'd unfold a tapestry that I'd recline in, somewhere we could both grow old together. Our dream. Dying eyes...You sympathize. I clutch my prize but it so slowly fades away...
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