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Blinded
To some degree
we all enjoy a little mystery
Developing a sense of curiosity
The whole "what could be"
But sadly
That's not reality
Creating our own world
Regardless of incompatability
Tunnel vision ensued
Rose colored glasses
In full bloom
Despite the apparent
You created confinement
Within your own lie.
Friday 27th November 2020 12:26 pm
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