I cannot maintain
this constant illusion,
all these half-truths
that border lies.
I am what I am,
yet not quite what I seem,
what better place to hide
than in plain sight.
Far do I fall and
hard is the ground,
all these traps laid for
and by myself.
Why do I do this?
and Why do I try?
And why can't I think without
destroying myself?
I think, therefore I am accountable














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