The water hit the railway lines and increased
swallowing them whole
while the young empty minded
Ran around the bamboo wasteland
Night to day and back into night in a flash
Convincing themselves of their roles
Until they had no identity
Outside of the seeker outside of the hider
Conjuring the sense of normalcy
the sense of absolute insanity
the young and empty minded
looking within and finding voids
What is common and easy to fill this gap
what is popular and acceptable
world look at me
Uniqueness is shame
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