Here it is, pure and rigid,
No escape it’s there, right in front
The phantom of my life’s mistake.
I sit here dripping with sin,
For another day or so.
There’s no reconciliation,
It’ll happen again, and again.
Nor is there any correct way to say,
To tell the world that either I or it is wrong,
Because the truth is mummy dearest I’m gay.
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