Our world is one surrounded by comforting illusion, that one may choose to live by.
We waste our days and nights away with our brains an uncharted mystery.
How one can ignore the death and pain and global ongoing crisis means their mind truly is shrouded in fog. At some point we all shall care weather it be near death or from the start, but what we all share at the end of our illusions is the darkness in our hearts
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Our world is one surrounded by comforting illusion, that one may choose to live by.
We waste our days and nights away with our brains an uncharted mystery.
How one can ignore the death and pain and global ongoing crisis means their mind truly is shrouded in fog. At some point we all shall care weather it be near death or from the start, but what we all share at the end of our illusions is the darkness in our hearts
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