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Tired of This Lie
As I sit in this small house, in the living room on a couch, no sounds besides that of my keyboard I sit in this depressive/mellow state. I've only been kidding myself with this called love. It has no real meaning. There isl only lust for something that is out of your reach. The thing called happiness is nothing more but a fulfillment of what you tired so hard to reach is now yours. The world is just a sad and desert place where humans have out casted each other to where they can't see how ugly they are on the inside. People use others for their own pleasures. Not even regarding how the other ones feel. What lies a head of us that makes us afraid of death? And yet for others they embrace it and want to end everything. Living is a lie that we only think that we have this moment. Living isn't going to do anything. Wanting to die isn't going to solve everything. We are just humans who are judgmental to the things that we do not understand. Some are afraid to live. Maybe even scared to see what possibilities lie a head of them. Creating lies to hide behind as a security blanket. A glass mask already crumbling. Only in the depths of our minds that we know the truth and yet the naive side refuses to listen to it like the fool that it is. Being pushed back by things as a self conscious that is only in our minds that we have been too embarrassed to do the things we want so desperately to achieve. I'm been fooling myself with my emotions and want to cast them out. But will I be too afraid to live a life so plain? Never wanting to have something that I can't have that only breaks my heart every single time? Wanting to cast out that which has hurt me the most? Though I am tired of this lie of a life, I could never do that. Because I am a human that will never learn from his mistakes.
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