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Sometimes we wonder
what lies beneath,
but all we care for
is the surface grease.
And it's so ugly,
but everyone cares.
Highest hopes,
broken downstairs.
Holes now cover
once closed wounds,
ignoring the truth.
So bark at the moon.
No one in life is handed
a silver spoon.
And we're so far in.
Lost in a game
of Russian Roulette.

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