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Jun 2024
What is obvious to you
Is not to me
And frankly I don't know
This has to be
That's why I won't
Do what you tell me
Because it's really not
Obvious to me

Surely the truth
Is far beyond me
Maybe I'm wrong
And words aren't free
Epiphany may come
Another day
A misunderstanding
In the way

And I don't know
What to believe
There might not be
Right ways to live
But beneath the point
It all seems
To lose oneself
Into common dreams
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  30/M/France
(30/M/France)   
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