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Could it be that I’ve been lied to
by myself and heart?
all my days, the skies are black
why can’t I just restart?
it always rains on my parade,
my roses: cursed to wilt
I try to find a greener pasture,
but there’s only filth
it taints my soil, water, and mind
I’ve grown calcified
all these fucking children crying,
my ears bled and dried.