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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.”

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...