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They tell us to smile
While we sit there, exiled.
The people we love, left us for dead
Yet they tell us, do not dread.
Do not dread the endless cycle,
As if that will help our survival.
Morning to noon, it's all the same.
Wish someone would just please,
End this dreadful pain.

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