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As the Sun Rose.

Sometimes I feel
like the eternal child.
Then I look around,

remember that
adults do not exist
and this is all
play, all pretend,

just roles and masks
in a game of fiction
we perpetually validate

through entertaining, engaging
in this ceaseless bullshit.

We could all band
together and just walk
away, bathe in the growing
light offered by the dawn
of a new day, embracing self-awareness
and reaching for reality.

As the sun rose,
so too
would our craniums
from our anal cavities.

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