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We are misconstrued From the moment we are born To begin and end in a burst of violence and pain. All forms of structure are rendered meaningless, A ghost of reality, Apparition of false pretense. Always just out of reach is the inevitability of stolen innocence, like a ghost in the night Vanishes before it is ever truly discovered. Sucked dry as a corpse and left to sour and rot internally The hollow shell of a human being walks among us, through the streets that continue bustle and burn It waits within us all.