We are doomed to live a miserable life, it's a fact, everything we've done doesn't matter now, because all we used to be is erasing by our memories to be different.
When I suspect of being real my "other me" says that I am an unreal issue. When I realize that I am grotesque, I have a terror of being like this all of my life.
All we see are illusions and we can't difference the reality from dreams. We sint have the power of the reason to understand what life and exist is.
We can't go away because now there's nowhere to go, there are so few pacifist places.
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Broken Minds.
RandomWe fake a smiles every time, and that is easy because we been doing it for a while, we hide the truth behind our eyes and we know that the only way to save our souls is being different from who we are, because is the only path that the society teach...
