the lines all blur into a colourful chaos.
Questions never answered, perspectives dismissed,
ignorance to the famine that doesn't exist.
Holding on tight to the dimmest spark,
sewing the threads that keep falling apart.
hands locked together, protecting what's left,
arguing and fighting for what is said to be best.
Regardless he crumbles, now weak to the core,
everything is different and not like before.
the lock is broken, the pieces don't fit,
a few words about the world as we know it.
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