It's always been a safe space
where simulations thrive.
It's the comfort cabin
where the smiles.
Keeping things upside down
like a rollercoaster,
I found a coherent spot
regardless the nonsense.
"Fake it 'till you make it"
was naïve enough
for roasted, tender lamb
No one ate.
Cause there's no such fresh start
And this keeps on repeating
Finding it raw to describe the feeling
that I've never really had the chance
My offerings were on purpose
Having given my all away
I made the proving effort
But then woke up
in the chewed
and died hard
~
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