May it be boring

As with the I
Ego stills hearts with attack
Debt and high bills

Contortion, no need
It's ease that we seek
We are sick of emotional tornados

Step out of 
The big story

Simply, see people
A person
As blurry reflections

When you look
And see yourself imperfect
As are we all

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