Do not lie to me,
a hand is a hand
no matter who holds it.
We are as they see us,
in their dark and twisted minds;
we are not as the almighty light
shows us to be.
For now, this world is the only that matters,
and I think you would agree.
If you only spent a day in my head
you would be as I am,
a subtle curl of a smile,
cherishing the world's ignorance.
(gasp) i love
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