Let me walk in the lines of lies, or, better yet, see differently.
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There is a mirror on the other side of the galaxy and it lies. I want it. I can't bear to look upon the surface of my own anymore. The truth - fissures, blemishes and follicles - hurts too much. Stings. Besides, the world has had enough of truth. Bring me fake news; bring me renewed youth. Bring me a time when humanity doesn't have a sell-by date and regal means monarchy and not the stage in life where opportunities are lax.
Let me walk in the lines of lies, or, better yet, see differently. Comments are closed.
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