Sex Pills

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If sex is a drug

Alcohol is my cure

An excuse to feel

Because I am dead inside

A haunted house with broken mirrors

Wind howls through my barren walls

Ashes rise from my weakened foundation

Dust covers every surface

If sex is a drug

Kisses are a rarity

Passion nonexistent

There’s no feeling left in me

Like a tourist attraction

Yet, there’s still not enough donations

To commandeer a reparation

If sex is a drug

It’s my only addiction

I can’t get high on love

But I swim in a pool of it

I might drown

I never learned how to swim

Never learned how to fix my mistakes

If sex is a drug

I am history

Taught to everyone

But I never change

Modifications

Simple changes

Aren’t enough to completely rewrite it

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