I'm scared to find out what I already know.
Disguise the words so my sorrow won't show.
My ears aren't ready to bleed with realization
Of the fact that I yet again failed my soul from relaxation.
Keep the sting from ever reaching me.
I don't have enough blood to bleed you see.
But not to worry,
even when you feed me what I already know
My mind will pretend that the words you crow
Never reached my cautious inner ego.
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