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Feb 2012
Machines with an infinite
capacity for self-deception.
To avoid pain we rationalize
minimize
go numb.
Instead we turn to
things that should make us happy
but only hurt
like getting wasted.
We run away
again and again and again.
Again.
We tell ourselves
that we are happy,
putting on smiles tailored
to dead eyes.
We don't consider that maybe
rebellion to this system
is the only way.
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