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I am captive in my mind, 
screaming behind eyes, 
my mouth betrays with 
manufactured laughter 
to drown out the bitterness 
"I can cheer you up" 
screams the world 
happy in their reveries 
of drunken stupor, 
smiling that passes by 
not infecting 
or encouraging 
the shadows are my 
sanctuary, 
away from creatures of 
pure sunlight, 
diffusing each line 
and dark circle 
into a face of placidity 
have I found what I sent out? 
or is such hope lying 
too much on the edge 
like some murderous game 
from a ref like Karma? 
shall I be free of the voices 
and walk around, the living dead, 
or face the dark hatred and 
and drown my being in nicotine?

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