You fell in absolute love

Your head so far behind

Easily you slide, underneath the guise

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Slowly vision clouds

Fogging imperfections

Perspiring on wrong doings

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Ears begin to cloud

Only hearing a selected view

Forcing one's opinions

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No longer are you whole

So dependent on stolen titles

Blind to your wants and needs

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A little voice inside

Cries out to be set free

And slowly you learn to stifle it

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In fear that he will hear