What are you an illusion or a lie?
What is it that you are that has me hooked, hooked to a fantasy of someone I want you to be, of conversations I want us to have, and of a future built in fairy land.
Maybe I exaggerated a bit on your part, you seemed like someone who'd understand what no one around me does, you seemed like someone who'd look at my daily smile and know what's wrong straightaway, or maybe my head made you seem that way, maybe I fantasized about you a lot; enough to make you someone worth all the lies and betrayals I've swallowed down my spine. I made you out as that guy I deserved after years of deprivation and disappointments.
I made you out as someone you are not.
I know I deserve the agony. I was dumb enough to create a fantasy, believe it and live in it.
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The Chaos Of A Human.Being
RandomA couple of words thrown around in the form of thoughts.
