Leading quiet lives of desperation, we maniacally cling to the unreal. Life pursues its stranglehold, upon us, its pain revealed. We, as a race, are frail and weak, crises leave us paralyzed. We strain to deal with what's thrown at us, we're therefore traumatized. Really, I speak for no one but me, And I am losing my grasp. On that which I must call
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