Can we?

Can we pretend that our lives,

Are more than outrunning knives?

Can we act like we’re meant to exist,

In a place where we are but one on a list?

Can we truly make it through,

With everyone telling us what to do?

Can I find myself in the place,

When I can’t even recognize my own face?

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