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Jul 2022
Cue
We're on our way out and still there is
Nothing to see
I don't even know why you are still
Speaking to me
Honestly think I have discharged myself
Honorably
But the world still feels like I made
An enemy

Back then when the truth was granted
We didn't care
We made a many headed beast
Out of thin air
Gladly set up our bright red flags
In New Nowhere
Then we climbed up our last mountain
And nothing there

Sometimes the answer is right there
In broad daylight
You can't see it through your foggy
Daily delight
Meanwhile we're connecting the dots
With all our might
We recall words are meaningless
And then we write
Your voices are not real
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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