Reality

June 6, 2015

Reality confuses me,

I know not what I can believe,

Ever changing, never stable,

I would flee if I were able.

Discerning truth destroys my brain,

I puzzle 'till I go insane,

My fragile heart is near despair,

I wonder why I even care.

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