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Duly unaware
It’s the shivers down my spine
It’s the nights that I awake in a sweat
It’s the tension at the back of my neck
It’s the lies that I am fed
“Fed up and get up!”
Is what is said
but my bones grow numb
and my limbs grow still
and my tongue grows dumb
and I lose free will
through the chaos that surrounds me
the clouds of doubt all around me
the fear and dread that astounds me
I let it be
duly unaware of what you might see
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