Misguided To The Truth
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Sep 21, 2025
Don't believe everything you hear. Sometimes what you're looking for is right in front of you, yet by listening to others, you end up ignoring it. Don't let their voices guide you-find what you want and need for yourself.
My beliefs have always been straightforward. I don't care about this disgusting society; what I care about is reshaping people into forms that fit my mold-perfect, unflawed. What's the point of living if you have to constantly compromise? No... life should be made your way, because your way is the best way.
Because at the end of the day, everyone's idea of what life is... is different. Isn't it?
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