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I trick myself, see Into beliefs that do not really exist My beliefs are not really my own, I am just a reflection of the world's desires I cannot be sure what I believe Because I cannot be sure of what I see And I'm not really sure what I need Besides, if anyone knew what was real We wouldn't be stuck in this dismal plane Delusion may be wrong, but at least I can believe in that.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
My escape is my own delusion
I trick myself, see Into beliefs that do not really exist My beliefs are not really my own, I am just a reflection of the world's desires I cannot be sure what I believe Because I cannot be sure of what I see And I'm not really sure what I need Besides, if anyone knew what was real We wouldn't be stuck in this dismal plane Delusion may be wrong, but at least I can believe in that.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
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