One by one we fall;
such is both the cause and effect of us standing tall.
Working hand-in-hand;
such is to erect a wall to shield us from this wretched land.
Ringing a bell;
such is a method to wail in silence while being tortured in this hell.
Blinding myself;
such is to prevent the sacrifice of my sanity to a wronged self.
Obsessively compulsive;
such is to save me from the realms of those who are repulsive.
Happier day-to-day;
such is to return to the life that I've left at the forsaken bay.
I'm fine, thank you;
such is to relieve the burden associated with worrying you.
Laughing out loud;
such is to drown the wails of me being so proud.
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