The city is lies, deceit and pretend humane. It is a complex
machine of sorts, masquerading with a human face, a familiar place. It lulls
its unknowing people into a complacent nap.
Everything is alright
because I am a happy place with a smiling face. Believe in me and the buildings
that you see around you. You are mistaken. Behind those shut windows are not
soulless souls who pretend to live.
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