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I hope for things I know I’ll never get. With those lies, i can pretend to be happy. And maybe i live in a fake world, Never to be a perfect place, That’s better than facing the truth. Truth can **** a person, Or it give them clarity. But is the risk worth it? Every day is meaningless in the vastness of time. Butterflies in the deep depths of space. Every person is a pinprick in the sea of humanity. The rough, merciless sea of humanity. Though in a sea, there is always an island. Even though it may be hard to find, Raw hope is all it takes to get there.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
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I hope for things I know I’ll never get. With those lies, i can pretend to be happy. And maybe i live in a fake world, Never to be a perfect place, That’s better than facing the truth. Truth can **** a person, Or it give them clarity. But is the risk worth it? Every day is meaningless in the vastness of time. Butterflies in the deep depths of space. Every person is a pinprick in the sea of humanity. The rough, merciless sea of humanity. Though in a sea, there is always an island. Even though it may be hard to find, Raw hope is all it takes to get there.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
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