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I dream of a few
Death, hope, my love askew
It comes even with the sun
Don't accept it, run.
And I swear it isn't me
The spineless inconsistency
Of having the desire of other things
For without bread is all it brings
The human instinct lingers
The pen, calling my fingers.
Confined within surveillance
A cycle, losing patience
Undoubtable fraudulency,
And there's a cacophony
Yelling sirens, armless
But all isn't hopeless.
I refuse the next pill
The guilt attempts to kill
May someone set me free
Till then, dreaming aimlessly