The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few
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and even those they tend to be wasted,
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you have taken pride in a lifeform that you think you know
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but what you do not know is it's rotting,
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it is so unfortunate that this is how our world must be
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but why must i accept reality, is this reality?
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how can i exist amongst you people when i feel this way
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when all that seems so wrong is everywhere,
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A world without substance feeling so superior
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i am discontent with lies and with ineffective lives,
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should i grieve for mankind or live out my life
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to be free of pain i'll want it back again,
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so to be one with man i must be false to myself
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any effort's futile for my life is just mine,
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i have visions of worlds that are unparalleled
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my attempts are in vain to walk this earth without shame,
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for being human,
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This is my reality and you do not have to accept it
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you are only human with excuses and complaints,
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couldn't you be something greater come on now you know the answer
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you are so absorbed with your own pathetic lives,
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why should i feel pity for you i don't think i know the answer,
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have you ever thought about opening your closed eyes,
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what is it that you're afraid of, don't you want to see yourself,
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couldn't bear to see yourself as i see you.
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Reality
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