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Am I awake, I cannot be certain
The shades are drawn—I have pulled the curtains
Hope flutters from my side
This person I have become that precise disguise

A million deaths—Every hour I have died
With laughter and wondering, I desperately cried
In this world I have created—This world I see
What is never was and what is not will be

Who is to say what I believe in now?
The one who was me is forgotten somehow
But maybe just maybe someday I will return
To light up a resistance and watch it burn

With this Apathy, I have become
With this Apathy, I am done
This time I promise I will change
While remaining forever the same

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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