I'm telling lies hundred times, just to survive in the jungle life. The best way to lie others is to lie yourself. But slowly you confused who you are and the real you yet no more. You will be drowning by the fake self. Because I keep lying, I realized everyone also tells lies. Sometimes their lies are worst. Their lies is full of greed and yet I fall into it. And now, I left with nothing but regrets.
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The Dying Soul
AléatoireIt's not the dying body but it is a dying soul. The soul whose is lost. The soul whose is exhausted.
