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I think it's the realization
The realignment of the mind
In face of true truths
That never seem to seep
Or change
These voices up there
I feel so deceived by the untold fear
Flocking around like I'm dead and dying
Like I'm already gone
It hits hard when you don’t notice
Except I expected to feel
Seeing life exist within the wild
Is a sad, strange thing