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fight my own idiocy

Well not a suprise that i’m dumb
And i am to some extent numb to my own thoughts
Numb to all those frauds
That is happening around the world
Numb to all those twirls
And turns and this and that
Numb to all those fat
Lies amd fake promises
Nothing to give, nothing to take
And i’ve come to realize
That the reality that i despise
Is the one where i live in
I have been
To both dark and bright places
And seen both pretty and ugly faces
So i am an idiot
Like an apricot
Dog that sees itself in grayscale
What sees is its reality only it can tell
So i need to rise up from my idiocy
And i needd to see
The world for what it is
Rather than living in my own world
Which is very small
I need to make a goal
And fight my faults
I need to fight my idiocy
And dive into this deep sea
Called reality...
-yakaa: jujaan

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