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  • Lila Amin

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.”

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