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You want me to speak... to talk,
though tongue sets sail to high reap... urge self to halt;
How do I lie...
when tragic truth tears up both eyes?

I comply...
and try I do,
scurrying with scissors in this ridiculous game;

mine cry,
and cry I'm unwilling to,
push down struggles spy,
hungry acrid... pray lasts as days few flu;

but... don't one second forget,
everyone gets high on something when mind is set.