What lie do you tell yourself?

The truth of our reality is dark. I think about everything and nothing but that comes with the hot sober tear drips. I am not strong, you’re not too because we lie to ourselves. If you’re grateful for life, why can’t the dead ones be? If you’re still, it is nothing but blind misery. The dark almost always prevail. Perhaps, the world of forms is a better solace.

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