Slowly Does the Dream of Life
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We are all promised perfection as kids, but what does such a lie do to us when we grow older?
We are told to forgive and forget, to live and let live, but what of those feelings of betrayal and anger that we all feel when we see them move on?
To what end is our narcissism a factor in objective reality and subjective emotion?
Song: from "Everywhere at the end of time" album.
released September 22, 2016. The Caretaker.
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