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wake up

Wake up. Wash your face. Splash the sadness away. Cold water sometimes helps. But not in the depths.

Wake up. Dress up. What to wear? To show the world that you care…To show the world that you are okay. Wear a smile. Fake a smile. ‘Cause this is how you make it right.

Wake up. Move on. Start to go. Your job awaits you and now you know. Another day in the same life. How did this happen? How did you arrive?

Wake up. It’s time to shine. Let’s see that fake smile. Well done would I say, nobody can fake so well in May.

It is like a factory of lies and we are the products of it. We run the business, but we are the same robot workers. Circulus vitiosus.

We lie to ourselves every day. That it’s fine. That it’s okay. Is it? Is it good to do this daily? To fake a smile and move on gently? Where are the scars that nobody can see? Would love to show it, but why so sincere?

Nobody looks anyway, nobody cares. They are not interested in the depths of despair.

So we wake up, wash up, dress up, fake up.

This is how it made. The happy life, you know? A lie with an F.

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