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Smile. They are watching. Silence. They are listening. Run. They are behind you. Hide. They are coming. Deny. They suspect. Admit. They know. Give in. They have won. They won because you smiled, Because you allowed them to silence you. Because you ran, Because you denied, Because you admitted. You lost because you gave in. Give yourself a round of applause, they caught you. Do not cry, do not lie, do not let the guilt eat you alive; You are already dead. At their hand, at your own. Look at the bodies lying around you, The ruined souls who too gave in. You are not alone, Your weakness is shared, Part of the fabric of our ****** reality. Do not blame them, they are not the only culprits. You chose to be blind, to be deaf, to be something you are not. You chose the disguise. Now you cannot shed that cast. Welcome to your new reality.... The reality of greed and pleasure; Is it everything you dreamed it would be? Or are the casualties staining your new life with their blood and broken bodies? Welcome to Utopia.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Beneath the Mask
Smile. They are watching. Silence. They are listening. Run. They are behind you. Hide. They are coming. Deny. They suspect. Admit. They know. Give in. They have won. They won because you smiled, Because you allowed them to silence you. Because you ran, Because you denied, Because you admitted. You lost because you gave in. Give yourself a round of applause, they caught you. Do not cry, do not lie, do not let the guilt eat you alive; You are already dead. At their hand, at your own. Look at the bodies lying around you, The ruined souls who too gave in. You are not alone, Your weakness is shared, Part of the fabric of our ****** reality. Do not blame them, they are not the only culprits. You chose to be blind, to be deaf, to be something you are not. You chose the disguise. Now you cannot shed that cast. Welcome to your new reality.... The reality of greed and pleasure; Is it everything you dreamed it would be? Or are the casualties staining your new life with their blood and broken bodies? Welcome to Utopia.
darkmusings
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
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