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Jul 2017
Born to broken families.
We are society’s casualties.
Lacking true community.
There is no real unity.

We all live with false pretenses.
Constantly building our defenses.
Missing true connections.
Breeding false affections.

We live life through a gilded screen.
Afraid to touch, feel, or be seen.

We’re all missing something deep within.
We fill the void over and over again.
All in vain.
This game we play.
With nothing to gain.
Why does it have to be this way?

We’re just products of the everyday.
Nothing original left to say.
We just walk the line.
From birth to death.
Thinking, “Is this life truly mine?”
Since we took our very first breath.
Played like instruments, synced to the same old song.
But it’s all wrong.

Can we break free?
Look within ourselves and truly see.
The people we were meant to be.
Mandii Morbid
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Mandii Morbid  31/F/Missouri
(31/F/Missouri)   
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