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| I bite my lips with anxiety, Angry with my own flawed existence. Since when does happiness come neatly wrapped in foil?! It’s not fair to be the only one with a mind, In a land where idiots run free. Just make me blind like the rest of them, So I never again question my Self. My words are the only things that feel real any more. And when Mr. Fake Smile down the street wins the Pulitzer, For his book on the growing patterns of corn, I’ll be satisfied. Because I know the world was build by morons, Therefore, the heroes should also be morons, Along with the authority figures and politicians. America, the land of the Free, where Air costs 50 cents per tire. Maggie |
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