You’re id

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We’re all so sad
so torn apart
so achingly wounded in the heart

We’re all so tortured
rent asunder
the self indulgent seeking plunder

We’re so offended
blind with rage
trapped inside our little cage

We’re so addicted
to cyclical destruction
our unmasked senses barely function

We’re so opining
so full of self
so fixated on our health

We’re so hurriedly pressured
so cruelly dismissive
skim reading plea’s in each others missive

We’re all so right
and never wrong
only our words fit the song

We’re all so crippled by the id
that only we
ourselves can kid

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