Found
Blank lines fill blank pages
Too good to be true
The cheers and the hate
It pours out in screams and shouts
In hustle and bustle and sprawl
I try to end my torn agony
I rip myself from glue stuck keys
To find a residue lining my eyes
And blurring my lids and lines
That shine out from the darkness
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