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Something is happening
I fear I no longer fit into this life
too small, constricting
Yet worn and familiar
Lying on a couch of complacency
Naked but for my mask of mediocrity
Imposter, no
Paradox, possibly
Soul, starved from malnutrition
Searching to find what it craves
Eyes covered with mud that splashed up
As I had my head down
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