Me , Myself and I

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And I found myself yet again with a harsh reality , telling my visions again to the wrong person , a friend , a person who knows you deeply and shares a certain type of unconditional love towards you who would stop at nothing but to see you rise , it sounds poetic doesn't it ? , but looking in the wrong tree a friend might as well mean , a liar , a deceiver , a hypocritical backstabber who would stop at nothing but to see you fall , ironic right , I have always been searching in the wrong trees , in the wrong forests , one day searching wouldn't be enough , one day I will burn that forest and with it all the wrong trees would burn .