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How Easy

The only spawning
Of my indecisiveness

Comes from the awing
Of the false consciousness

You so gladly wrap up
Into your head as true

Traveling through the rough
Through grey matter and blue

The only thing you know
Is born through guess and wait

It just goes to show
How easy you are to paint
Written by ShadyBlocks
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