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Apr. 8th, 2003

My eyes are void of tears
So my heart cries
Silent
Lonely in a crowd
Noise superficially heard
Does not reach me
Occasionally the sham-shelter slips
A glimpse of non-existence observed
By outside interferers
Then disguise is perfected
People are taken in
But I can see into me
I know
I cry at what I see
I must hide this from the world
"For the common good"
People could go insane!



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