This false world

We laugh of despair
And cry of impotence
Try to do everything possible to be without patches
But each locker has its skeleton
The first to write about it in the newspapers is the one enjoying
I am in favour of dialogue with myself
And the blog is my relaxation spot
Think what you like about it
It takes a life somewhere
And some are born
The strange thing we don’t understand still
The common thread right before our eyes
But we can’t see we always look far away

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