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Why Couldn't We See Our Own Demise?
never did any less than what we thought best
until we realized everything we knew were lies
everything we were told, everything we tried so hard to hold
wasnt a thing more than fire to fuel our war
internally we died on our external life support
of brown white fluid, needles, bleach, and spoons
what we sold ourselves as we told ourselves
every little horror, that only made us poorer
was the single solitary thing our lonely lives needed
when really all we required, all we should have desired
the little known yet most important part of this mess
we could have lived as one together
yet instead we all died so alone
