Pollen
We all saw through the fabrication
I could smell the bullshit
Even with a mask on
Disillusioned allergies
Your lies are my pollen
Making me want to
Scratch my eyes out
Blood pours from my nose,
I wonder if it's really the meds
Or is my brain melting.
Sure feels like it
Sometimes
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