We're living parallel lives - exotic wise
ringing bells and dwell inside our shell
infected due to a hellish spell
we do smell, look, feel well or not
and yell upon each other sometimes
We're living parallel lives
cutting ourselves and/or others
with all kind of razors and knives
experiencing different hives
from manic depressive episodes
are full our archives I'm using my drive
I fuse and glare and gleam and glisten
you gaze
I glitter
I have arrived
knowing for what to strive
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