Reality is the laughter you see
my skeleton closet is my shadow.
I wish that my secrets were farther away
but like my shadow, they're attached to me.
And as I plod the dark hallway: blind
I search for my soul and myself
finding more confusion in a world of strangers
I declare them the family and friends, blind.
Without myself, I look upon humanity as a stranger
To myself, to my friends to my family alike
as if they're a foreign functioning species from me
and in absence of recognition, they represent danger...
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