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Pretending
I live in an asylum
Unlike any other
It has no glass, no wood, no metal
It has no roof or floor
It is filled with millions of rooms
It contains different people
With the same expression.
They’re all the same
They’re all drowning
There are millions of doors
Hundreds of taxis
Hundreds of car keys
You may leave, whenever you wish to
But that’s the problem
Inside here, it’s safe
The drugs numb the screams
The white walls force out every thought
I do not live in my mind anymore
None of us do
We brought our darkness out
And now I’m not sure I want it to be locked away
The moment we step out of the door
We must pretend again, pretend we’re okay
Give me a few more years
Please
I’m not ready to leave
It’s nice in here
There are no roofs or floors
Yet we never feel cold
There isn't any wood or metal
But there is no need for it
We have food and silence
That is all we need
Now, go home
I’ll be there, when I’m ready
We’ll all be there, when we’re ready.
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