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Our eyes catch the lies you can’t detect, Our gut whispers warnings you neglect. We scan the room, the tone, the glance, Trained by fire, given no second chance. We prepare for the worst, hope for the best, Our instincts sharpened, never at rest. Patterns, signals, the cracks in disguise, We notice what others cannot recognize. You read the books, take your courses, try, But you’ll never feel the nights we survive. We are hardwired, instinctive, true, Guided by what the world cannot construe. Yet still, you judge, still, you doubt, Punish the caution that keeps us devout. We see, we know, we protect what is real, Because instinct is fire—they cannot steal.
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Mar 8, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
Anonymous_Flame
Tuned to See
Our eyes catch the lies you can’t detect, Our gut whispers warnings you neglect. We scan the room, the tone, the glance, Trained by fire, given no second chance. We prepare for the worst, hope for the best, Our instincts sharpened, never at rest. Patterns, signals, the cracks in disguise, We notice what others cannot recognize. You read the books, take your courses, try, But you’ll never feel the nights we survive. We are hardwired, instinctive, true, Guided by what the world cannot construe. Yet still, you judge, still, you doubt, Punish the caution that keeps us devout. We see, we know, we protect what is real, Because instinct is fire—they cannot steal.
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