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Game of Pretend
In a world where emotions are concrete,
pretending has never been easier.
It was day 8414, 7 am, and the usual broadcast was on:
[“Welcome to the Game of Pretend…
your goal was not to live but to survive”]
“your goal was not to live but to survive”,
I said to myself as the broadcast played.
Miss Show & Tell
A glamorous stage with a perfect illusion,
a show of a mind delusion
Under the spotlight, it appears,
a girl with a face so rare
As the light turns off was another mask on
The show’s about to start
A picture-perfect doll,
On display in the favor of you all.
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