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New Perspective

By , Lynwood, CA
Where did I go, Will I come back?
I have gone to a place, colored plain black
The real world does not include me
It’s rather cloudy, from what I see
I sit there in that chair
With such a vacant empty stare
This world is blinding, cant see past the pain
“Our lives are a delight,” is what some claim
I see past their lies, they won't make me believe
I close my eyes, and whisper goodbye as I leave.





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