My name is not a secret.
I am not invisible.
My dear, you simply
Cannot see the hate and
the ugly
That riddle this world
till the world is no longer
a balance of good and bad,
but of "I am not good enough"
and this figment of imagination
we happen to call evil.
Perhaps one day, dearest
you may see what truth lies
beyond the borders of your
encaged life. Suppose you saw
the raw and bitter truth of the
world. I hope you do not. Pray
for innocence and kindness. Not
money or to be a successful being,
for you will turn into simply
another player in the game of
life. Not a hero, and not a villain.
Simply part of the game.
Life is so fun till it's time to leave.
-The Biggest Lie
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: August 29th, 2017 19:48
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Overall the world is kind of like you say. But we do have the power to create our own little world according to how we want to live.
What you say is true, but some do not have the opportunities and are simply thrust into a position with no escape.
You do have a point there!
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