You Don't See Anything Wrong?

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if my own was to blame the world,
don't you see that i'd stay the same?

i'd be merged into it's system.

the blame is their mission,
my pain is my prison.
the curse would never be lifted,
my pockets would be forever closed in.

you don't see what i'm seeing?

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