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Description
Every day unfolds, yet identification eludes, Are you truly awake or trapped in dreamy interludes? Back to the tangerine office, the cycle repeats, Working on documents, scenes stagnant, incomplete.
The once vibrant scene now a still painting, suspended, A decorative element, lost, but never truly ended. A sense of unease lingers, something amiss, Yet in this society, anomalies dismissed as trivial bliss.
Something wrong, they say, is nothing wrong at all, Conforming to the norm, a society's enthralling thrall. But deep within, a knowing stirs, questioning the facade, Seeking a truth beyond the repetitive charade.
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