I was once a soul confined in a broken body, in obscurity, awaiting a full bloom. And now it has started.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Be Real: Fake, as I knew her
People often talk about themselves. But they prefer to hide their confusion and amplify on the good things. They navigate on this non-existence. They say, "I'm so strong" but when temptation knocks they easily and secretly gets lured. They say, "I'm real" but later confess for being the fraud that they truly are. They say, "I trust You, I rely on You" but when ripples emerge they immediately seek comfort from the wrong person...and from the wrong gender. They say their life is so good. Too good, almost perfect. But the truth is when you look at it, it's depressing. They fool other people. And they fool themselves.
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2 comments:
it's familiar to me...
love yah =)
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