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I look so deep inside myself,
Confusion's all I see,
I can feel it all around me,
This field of ecstacy,
So soft and warm the words,
I hear them all the time,
I start to think and wonder,
Why being perfect's not a crime,
It creaps upon you in your dreams,
It breathes kindness down your neck,
Why can't it see inside me,
My body's such a wreck,
The temptation of its' wisdom,
The happiness so strong,
I sit and wonder how,
You didn't notice all along,
I hear myself screaming,
No one's surprised at all,
They don't see the memories,
The ones that have me crawl,
I listen to their spoken words,
The purity runs so high,
They all seem so perfect,
Not one utters a lie,
This emptyness consumes me,
I feel no strength inside,
My word is bound to my fate,
My hands have long been tied,
They view no pain or destruction,
Felicity's all they see,
They are oblivious to this anguish,
This rarity among me.
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