I found you again
And for once
I’m behind your lines
Like hostile enemy
Taking throne on your dime

I found you again
When I was lost
In your cold mines
Night vision on
Dressed to the nines

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RIP John Jones

So the CDC say 30% of people die from what I’ve been exposed to.

And I dunno if the medicines are working.

So that’s why things are quiet.

I may be on my 18th hour.

I probably should’ve spent 10 K on a coffin instead of a wardrobe, but that’ll be another poem.

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I need to hear your voice.

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Upload a poem please? But I gotta go find my note with info on how to access that part of WP.

Lost and found.

That’s where you’ll find me us?

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I’m exhausted 😑

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This is a fight to the end, and one of us is going to lose.

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Going in for bloodwork again in December with a follow up with the doc and she gets to re-assess

I brought up the stats tho and asked was I gonna die from this and she said no.

I said, I don’t want to die from this.

And she started me on a second medication.

But the CDC say everything they are throwing at it isn’t working and same

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John’s been upside down in that hole about 9 hours now.

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People are dying in terrible ways

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These monsters like the sounds of babies crying

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I’m either dying or metamorphosing

Why not level up and join me?

Romeo?

I need out if the city – it’s so hard to get on the right frequency

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Lost in hell

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Do you have my wings still?

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