I know the answer. I have for some time. It's easier to believe made-up lies. But my memory can't recall when I promised my soul, so I guess that it's safe to jump right in. Inside, I have feelings that bring back my hunger's needings. My deafinition makes me blind - twisted in my mind. Beginnings are so much easier than ends. And the truth becomes harder than just to pretend. All that's left is, well, everything I didn't throw away. Experiences are meant for us to live through - tears and smiles and heartaches make us prove: only memory will relieve the pain of the past, but not Today. Today we want what we want, and tomorrow is in today's almost yesterday. The truth is postponed, and if you can bear to live on truth then maybe in existence nothing is wrong... this is it and that's all we can do. ??? If it's okay - they say - I' rather not bite off more than I can chew. Just wish, wish regrets would never follow through. Looks like another walking contradiction...not yet found the weakness.
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I can't seem to figure out if you had a particular situation or circumstance in mind here or not. I could think of several different issues or situations where your writing could apply.
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