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2d
Look in the mirror—what do you see?
Success?
Failure?

I see a dead man’s corpse,
reanimating himself in an infinite cycle.

All for what?
Just to live another day
in this horrid world,
polarised in black.

We’re programmed
to wear a perfect smile
while our guts churn blood—

a perfect drama
for the herd of eyes
in front.
Written by
TNS
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     AS, The Wilted Witch, CantSeeMe, rick and 1DNA
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