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People thought I’d lost my head but I was just confused, 
l had facts to make sense of stood in a queue.
others had theories easy to refuse 
loaded with madness showing delude, 
and I got away for reasons unknown 
as they simplified “why” alike thoughtless clones 
yet stood in numbers or "a safety zone". 

now my heads clearing I can see the insanity,
one quit weed and I can say it was me, 
looking at a past mad as can be, 
think they’re not mad, 
people say that, 
when their mad as can be.
 
not making sense is different to senseless, 
I still have mine but they have no senses, 
living in a world of reality elusion, 
silver linings in the fact I removed them.

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