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She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath. She’s thinking of all the excuses she’ll have to make. And all the reassuring comments.   “There’s just something in my eye.” “Yes, I’m sure I’m okay.”
They fill us up with lies They pull down the blinds And are the cause Of our sad demise   These voices and their venom Slowly poison us to death And in time we become
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