Duly unaware

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Duly unaware 
It’s the shivers down my spine 
It’s the nights that I awake in a sweat 
It’s the tension at the back of my neck 
It’s the lies that I am fed

“Fed up and get up!” 
Is what is said

but my bones grow numb 
and my limbs grow still 
and my tongue grows dumb 
and I lose free will

through the chaos that surrounds me 
the clouds of doubt all around me 
the fear and dread that astounds me 
I let it be 
duly unaware of what you might see

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