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they say that ignorance is bliss, but i beg to differ. i've played the role of ignorance, and i never felt that so called bliss. last night i wore that old t-shirt to bed. i found it folded neatly in my bedroom draw. it had lost your smell and found its own. the smell told me that it had been in that drawer for longer than it had seemed and it was beginning to age. the shirt resembled me rather than comforted me. i can no longer remember what was fact or what was fiction, and i still can't distinguish good from evil. i still find a lie in every truth.