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| Watercolor pencil and marker on paper. |
The Biggest Lie
In a world where everyone
really is dead
you grow up alone
with a chip in your head
no one knows anything
if it’s worth knowing
we all want to leave
but no one is going
a longing is shared
the need for a burst
something to feed us
and quench our thirst
carried by all
mentioned by none
unspoken agreement
that hope is gone
a feeling of apathy
growing within
but from hollow and empty
hope can begin
because you can name it
you know that it’s there
a whisper awakens
inside of you: «Where?»
outside of the borders
surrounded by grief
you sadly acknowledge
life is a thief