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Late Night Rambles


Why does everybody put on a front?

This stupid mask that no one believes

The only person who beileves in it

Is yourself, all alone.

 

Why does everybody live in lies?

This stupid "truth" called reality

None of it is actually true

Even you choose not to belive life.

 

Why does life always give you a bad hand?

Everybody gets them

They are the prizes of the devil

Though I call him the Universe.

 

He plays hand in hand with Fate.

That stupid little bitch.

Timing. Always a bitch. Never on time.

Always fumbling through my way in life.

 

Life is just a jumbled mess.

Just another complication.

A stupid set of worries of nothingness.

Life, a tormented tranquility.

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