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at the edge of this disaster we find freedom from pain...the walls around us are only make believe, and the towns consist of plastic concrete, broken police..when im all i have now, i'd voice my pain, but what are words when there never good enouph...

Truth peers fearful, held by liquid blindfolds..who we are..who are we..what we wanna be..inside these beliefs..self concious..solid ground turns to quicksand..a distent bleaching out the day, the helpless void of honesty is killing me.