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Why do I feel a similarity between us  The way society betrayed us  You yearned not to trip on the heights and my wish  for reaching those heights Your narratives, your verses reminds me of us
I close my eyes, the light of day goes dead. The whisp’ring voices prey upon my fear. They tick and click and cry and caw and toil. The daunting men do hiss inside my head,
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