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I’ve been breathing in the fumes of my existence and expectedness for some time now…
Far too long because this thing I cannot place has had unending hold over me.

I’ve been realizing things lately, and witnessing my own lies…
That I tell myself to feel sane or rather inflict a false state of comfortability.

These realized lies are remnants of learned behaviors and skewed mindsets taught to me and to us.
Said teachings emanate lack of love we collectively feel and so we bleed.

Yet bandaid solutions could never mask our open wounds.
Having lied dormant for years, or fresh needing much tending.

Crying out for touch and care and maybe a piece of validation here and there,
But something is better than nothing right?

Do not show the depths of your scars and sores too much now, you’ll scare away the neighbors
And the people you pass on streets who couldn’t care less but you swear they do. 

And don’t laugh too hard there, others may stop and stare, and make false assumptions that you cannot bear.

Extend your manners wherever you may go,
For you’ll be ridiculed and considered rude you let them slip through. 

But remember to smile and persist in good spirits,
We can’t have the truth made known that your darkness is hiding and piling the shelves.

Become a bit softer now, all to prove some frightened false version.
Afraid to speak your truth, uncover your eyes.

I wonder where all the love is…
We’ve been normalizing to save away for romance or just our circle of friends.

Can you see the world’s lies?
And those of your own we sometimes can hide behind?
Do they speak in familiar tongue?
Can we silence them?
Will we mend?

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