Are you the ones we trust with our own lives? Feeding from our feeble selves? You pull us down and call us family. I'm sick of all these broken fallacies. I've found myself grinding my teeth to the thoughts of my own creations taken from me. You've painted over my solid lines. And have stolen a flawed masterpiece. How am I to know they are what they are? Don't take this all away from Me. Are you the ones we trust with our own lives? Feeding from our feeble selves? You pull us down and call us family. I'm sick of all these broken fallacies. Don't you break me, I'm only human.

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