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We are the shadows of the world,

Unseen and unknown, alone and feared,

Our masks are made of flesh and blood,

But people still run and lie to our faces,

The doctors do not know what we are,

For the condition that we all have is unknown,

Sorrow and pain, happiness and joy,

All fly from us as the darkness floods our minds,

We are like the dead in the graves,

Forever alone with no true home,

Except for the cage that we built,

And the chains of willpower we create,

To hold protect ourselves and those we inhabit,

We are the wallflowers of the living,

Hearing and seeing everything that occurs,

But we are never heard or seen,

As we drown in our own quite drama,

We are human are human just like you,

The only difference is that we do not know,

What we truely are or am located,

We are the nameless, we are the subonsious,

The voice in your head that causes you to move,

But more importantly that which gives us our humanity. 

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