Than the two lives that you live,
One, you want everyone to see,
And the one you want to give,
To the world,
But are too afraid,
Either because it's too destructive,
Or because it's what you create,
To escape from the surreality,
And irony of the demands,
From people and things that don't even exist,
Outside of your consciousness.
And maybe it's alright,
To switch your two lives,
Showing everyone your heart,
And hiding what's in front of their eyes.
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