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I think I've tricked myself into thinking questions can be answered by simply asking them in some way, shape, or form. Like, I'm completely satisfied with the fact that it has been asked but reluctantly accept that they are questions that no one can answer. Either that or the answer I would receive would confuse and frustrate me. I'd probably disagree with it.
Why does it keep replaying in my head? Like an incesant song, it haunts my dreams and idle thoughts. What if this became everything that I wanted it to be? Where would I be? How is this better? Where do I learn my lesson?
I feel my faith in logic is fading because I don't think the world is fair. Faith and logic in the same sentence? Not the obvious thing highlighted either. Fair. Fair is such a convoluted word. It usually means getting what everyone else gets.
I could care less about any indulgence I've traded this for. It seems the moon brings lament.
Why does it keep replaying in my head? Like an incesant song, it haunts my dreams and idle thoughts. What if this became everything that I wanted it to be? Where would I be? How is this better? Where do I learn my lesson?
I feel my faith in logic is fading because I don't think the world is fair. Faith and logic in the same sentence? Not the obvious thing highlighted either. Fair. Fair is such a convoluted word. It usually means getting what everyone else gets.
I could care less about any indulgence I've traded this for. It seems the moon brings lament.