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Mar 2014
It's like
we can't even pretend
to be normal anymore.
Can't  have anything in mind
without thinking of our next score.
Forgotten how to interact without them,
Lost all social mores.
Do we think ourselves better,
More deserving or special?

Feeling the aftershock, again;
What keeps us going?
Serotonin depletion.
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
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