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Life seems like a prison,
a comedy of errors
each day, when I have risen,
I lie to myself

I tell myself, “It’s not so bad,”
and that I should be happy,
but that’s what really makes me sad,
as I rot away

Amidst a sea of smiling faces,
through broken eyes, I see
defeated ones, in forlorn places,
trapped in their own heads.

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