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    Reading what you write alone, the ever-present fucking phone,
    Being what your not seeing, self centered in bad lighting
    Near sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt
    Rarely reliving it
    Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth
    Feeling sorry for yourself
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    Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed
    Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward, no lights
    Left to shine,
    Absorbing will that's inside
    Keep somewhat low until night
    Then come back for more
    Stay low

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