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        my day begins with the truth burning my face
        as the day wears on I face the telly
        throwing a hook on every show
        as if it were a giant creature that walks me through time
        i have to spend living
        i eat for nourishment
        despair has killed my taste buds
        nothing stands out, every colour is
        yellow is blue is green is grey
        when will this blanket lift from everything
        i do not see the light at the end of the
        i only know of it in
        textbooks and theory
        the hope i have is painfully polite
        i am happy when i close my eyes
        tomorrow is a new day and things may change
        the dark is my friend and
        there are dreams
        until the Truth shines on my face once again

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