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numbing madness |
| A trite reflection holds no appeal For who I wonder To roam without purpose Stumbling among humans Chatter roars unremorsefully Full of prideful lies Discourses never ending When will I grow eyes that see through My fragile organs can't cope which throws my head off I need a beating heart to soothe me I stumble and flail I'm deflating life by the second And no one sends an ambulance Can't you even glance at roadkill |