Fact and illusion
They are the same but ain't the same, they are different but they are the same
" What started fake ain't get ever genuine"
Pretending, lying , tricking our weak thinking's devices are available tools for covering the truth which is obviously unchangeable..
A "human nature" that makes life hard on human beings themselves.
Easy to notice hard to realize, hard to analyze, wide easy to believe
Once you wake up and face the truth of the fact that you already took the wrong turn ,survive or die holding your shame . life is full of wrong turns, each word, act, feeling need to be placed In the right Spot ,consequences won't be merciful
All facts had been never hidden for a reasonable reason , but to disguise a moronic consciousness , sometimes we insist to turn off awareness's device just because reality ain't eligible ,
It is getting different , weird
Even imagination ain't the same home I knew before…
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