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Oblivion

You’re the candle lit in the daylight.

You’re the one who runs from the blind to get out of their sight.

You’re the one who screams into the ears of the deaf wondering why they can’t hear.

You’re the torch thrown into the wildfire.

You’re the detective publicly reciting every statement word for word from the top secret file.

You’re the correct answer on a survey.

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