I hated liars, their words like a stain

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I hated liars, their words like a stain, Yet in my own heart, I’ve played the same game. Crafting illusions, in shadows I dwell, The deepest deceit is the truth that I sell. In mirrors of doubt, I see my own face, A prisoner of lies in this familiar place. I sought out the truth, but found only strife, The greatest of lies is the one in my life.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't...


Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart. 

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