Wizard of Oz

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Everyday he watched. He watched the corn growThe bird cawThe children laugh. He watched them. They never knew he did,but what else could he do? He heard them.
Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore, We are neck deep in denialshouting from our lungs,We are starving head cases.We are two am phone calls to our mothersaying, Mom, I messed up.
Dumb brunets can’t find their way to fraud, It takes gold to do that.   They think you got kidnapped by God And his promise to Noah.
Losing him feels like a thousand days' rain. A weathered heart pumping rusty blood through iron veins. When he's gone a patinated pulse is all I have left. I can feel his presence
A stream of red lies on the ground, with the sound of my heart pound, pound, pounding. I want you to hear it, but shards are in your ears,  the scratching against the walls sound like your worst fears.
Others think I'm strong. Others think I'm happy all year long.   The truth is hard to spill As it is what keeps me with good will.    Sometimes I wonder if I can trust a person
How Can I write about Who is hiding behind the curtain?
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