Disconnect to a fabrication.
Many thoughts lost.
Created chaos as the chosen distraction.
We measure among the illusion we made.
Abstract as it may be, we fear the true abstraction.
Collectively created diversion.
In virtual world we made.
Trust reality to reality.
Mysterious forgotten.
Television has bought and sold.
Watch some more.
Guided by theives.
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Author:
Sunshinefalling (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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