For all the beliefs I outlived,

all the hope lost.

For friends felt we weren’t longer relevant,

for you I loved having keeping my bed warm,

in the liberal freezing cold.

My potent happy pill,

it’s still depressing and still,

so chill.

God, I miss you.

I believed in you,

then I got drunk more than once or twice,

I didn’t visit you at church.

Also the family I flocked together with during holidays,

too little too late.

I don’t believe in them anymore.

I think they don’t believe in me too.

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