Even if I knew what to say and when to say it, I am not sure I could even go through with speaking.
I think a safe number much prefer my lies to the truth.
Though majority is mostly inconsequential.
What does life look like?
Beyond this charade?
Lip synching nonsense?
What does it feel like to have things matter?
To not just feel everything deeply at once but to be able to differentiate between them all and pick to feel good?
I wish I could simply embrace the good and let of ill.
Maybe it is as easy as some claim.
Or there is some fundamental flaw inside of me that makes it dificult for somethings to make sense at all.
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