| Plunging into veins to dull the sickness.
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| Flowing from the burial ground of inertia.
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| I don’t care. |
| I can’t care.
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| Shrouded under veils I’ve built from self-contempt
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| Given bow to earthly cares and slip away.
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| All by myself I found a way out.
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| Cruel life; |
| disconnected and alone, compels escape.
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| Seeking out comfort from broken ends.
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| Without love; |
| look for a way to distract these damaged minds.
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| Cruel life; |
| despair suffocating our cries.
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| Plugged into a screen to find my purpose.
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| Unable to manifest interaction.
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| Barrier to human care.
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| Hidden behind walls that no finger could touch,
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| false connection selling short our true reason.
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| All by ourselves; |
| losing direction.
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| Cruel life; |
| disconnected and alone, compels escape.
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| Seeking out comfort from broken ends.
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| Without love; |
| look for a way to distract these damaged minds.
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| Cruel life; |
| disconnected and alone.
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| We’ve grown apart and lost a sense of ourselves.
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| Replaced with foreign entities.
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| The chemicals manufactured to be defected congruency.
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| Cruel life; |
| disconnect and alone.
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| These fractured forms of sympathy.
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| Fools' eyes, searching for remnants of home
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| Are looking for a swift release.
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| I know the pain of the chase like the back of my own hand.
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| A hollow hole in a place that oceans of guilt could fill.
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| I looked myself in the face; |
| a stranger stared back at me.
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| I’ve lived a life of escape from feelings I tried to kill.
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| But every tunnel has been graced with a light;
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| Every warmth had its chill.
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| You aren’t bound to the promise you made to yourself.
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| Forgive the folly of being human. |