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someday

why can't you see

can't you see past the illusions

can't you see that the world isn't perfect

can't you see that

it's just

i've never been good with words

i've never been good with emotions

but i speak the truth

and only the truth

perhaps that's why i have so much wrong with me

perhaps that's why i tend to close up

and hide

i don't listen to people

i only listen to that voice inside my head

the voice of reason

and the voice of hate

the voice of reason tells the truth

and the voice of hate tells me what i think is the truth

i know that only a miniscule amount of my followers will actually read this

i know that only a few people care

because that's what the voice of hate tells me

perhaps this is the end

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