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There's something off in the air, in the atmosphere.
My life is a play and everyone is an actor.
You can see in their eyes they don't believe the actions they perform or the words they speak.
Yet they do it all anyway.
Only for the curtain to fall and they all turn back into paper men.
Everything is just for the show.
-One wrong move and it will all collapse. my life, my happiness will just disappear.
I'll be all alone.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
