Lies. Deceit. It's all a big joke. Fake. Untruthful. The antonymous of reality. What will it be to grief the loss of senses. All become trapped and broken with and imagery of what isn't actually there. A wave of illusion that pounds and cracks through the moment.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
