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I live in a world filled with empty lies and broken promises.
People projecting a facade like cheap veneer.
And here I am, a living contrarian following popular beliefs.
A paradoxical quagmire lost in the fog
while also grabbing my hand and leading me forth with guidance***
*Wanting what I can't have
And having what I don't want*
I am a living contradiction
*Often feeling like I am a real life theatrical performance
The true meaning of comedy and tragedy
But is it all real or just the show inside my head?*
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
#***
I live in a world filled with empty lies and broken promises.
People projecting a facade like cheap veneer.
And here I am, a living contrarian following popular beliefs.
A paradoxical quagmire lost in the fog
while also grabbing my hand and leading me forth with guidance***
*Wanting what I can't have
And having what I don't want*
I am a living contradiction
*Often feeling like I am a real life theatrical performance
The true meaning of comedy and tragedy
But is it all real or just the show inside my head?*
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Written: May 3, 2018
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contrarian lost in the fog is it real or dream
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