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Far from it

The purpose is to keep distracting yourself!
That's what they made me believe
That's what I continue to do
It's all a bloody lie!
Does no one else see it
Why am I asking these questions
Why weren't these answers in my books.
They will never know and may never want to.
It's their idea of a joke isn't it
Keep making flesh
Keep on with agony.
Should you be thin or punctual or cancer stricken
How does it matter
Keep your advice if you don't have answers for me
What was your role
To find yourself entertainment?
I refuse to take responsibility and I am right
I've conformed to a few but I can't be burdened by more.
I yearn for my small fingers to be led by a warm hand
A hand that can lead me to reason.
Oh, do come by quickly
I am close to giving up.



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