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Walk in with a facade

I don’t want to be here

To be a cult, to praise

The infinite industry

Love to be off, need to go in.

losing your truth

Becoming a sheep


Utterly disposable.

Afraid of the truth

We cover

Reality


Forced life in the mundane

Hate brews and I’m bitter

She praises my 9 to 5

But It’s a constant reminder

of my inadequacy

It lingers

I mourn for my Death

A life wasted

To live like an Ant.


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