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Is this life all a fallacy, People playing make belief, Stuck in dillusional false releif. Lying to themselves, Saying, "This is my reality, Do not tell me anything Of insanity And intrude on my normality." A lethal self-imposed ignorance, Moving, Tearing through life Destroying themselves and everything they come across. Is this life just a fallacy, As I watch them playing make belief, Falling in love with vanity. All so superficial, Shallow, meaningless, Full of poisoning emptiness. Taking loves purity, Making one belief It is just a cruel thing. But true love will conquer, Shinning brighter than a million galaxies. Bringing Light To this empty Consuming Emotionless World.
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
The Meaning Of Life
Is this life all a fallacy, People playing make belief, Stuck in dillusional false releif. Lying to themselves, Saying, "This is my reality, Do not tell me anything Of insanity And intrude on my normality." A lethal self-imposed ignorance, Moving, Tearing through life Destroying themselves and everything they come across. Is this life just a fallacy, As I watch them playing make belief, Falling in love with vanity. All so superficial, Shallow, meaningless, Full of poisoning emptiness. Taking loves purity, Making one belief It is just a cruel thing. But true love will conquer, Shinning brighter than a million galaxies. Bringing Light To this empty Consuming Emotionless World.
“When an old man dies, a library burns to the ground,” African proverb
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26/M/Washington
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
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