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Artificial Lies
Anxiety, constant fear
I’m placed in a little cardboard box taped shut.
Then I rip the cardboard, along with what I know,
And it worsens.
They say there are two ways to repair me,
Visit once a week or
Take the artificial happiness.
They’re all shackled shut shadows in stuttering minds,
And they moan together,
“Take the artificial lies.”
Anxiety, constant fear I’m placed in a little cardboard box taped shut. Then I rip the cardboard, along with what I know, And it...
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