Why do we always fall in love with the fake? The liars, cheaters, player, heartbreakers, or even people that are not real, and are in our imagination? Is it because it’s to get? Or is it because you think they are better? Why do we love the danger? The dangerous men? Is it because the fear they give is so terrifying and satisfying at the same time? The fear is so addicting that you want to stay with them so you can have more of it. Like a dangerous drug that you just can’t get enough of? Or is it because you’re afraid that if you leave, he’ll get pissed and ruin your whole life?
Why do we always get addicted to the non-fiction? The myths? The rumors. Is it because it makes your brain wonder? Is it because you like imagination and you can take a whole new level for yourself in imagination. I believe imagination is a wonderland.
Why do we always believe in a religion? Why is there tons of different religion/culture? Why can’t there be one religion? What if a person just mad eall the religion up so that people really believe nonsense? Why do we believe a man made a human? How was that man made? I’ve asked and no one had an answer forme. I believe religion is nonsense.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PuisiChains breaking Evil rising In this dark valley Breathless Hearts racing Blood pumping As you run Fear is consuming you As evil is coming closer You’re powerless Helpless Give up That’s all you can do Surrender Evil is here Possessing you (K.J.F)
