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Such a tragedy they say as they turn away.
All eyes on me yet no hands to see.
Frivolous words and empty promises, all exist to break or break.
Tell me why they say forever when they never mean it?
Do our words hold any meaning when we can lie?
Do thoughts mean anything as long as they remain inside?
Does anything mean anything? Why do we care?
We do we hate, why do we feel, why do we hurt, why do we heal?
Ignorance is truly bliss, thus knowledge is weakness.
The more one knows, the less they feel, the more they hunger, the less they taste.
Our only reason for living is to find our reason… and to find our living.
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