Desperate Efforts
Normality: a fleeting illusion. The ones we befriend, on whom our sanity depends, hide behind a joyful facade.
The lies we express link lonesome souls to each other: guise becomes salvation. Deceit dismantles the destructive ties of internal despondency.
Do such blissful lies do us wrong?
Our internal deception has no end.
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