"Fluttering kisses I go by, it catches me and soothes my worried mind."
And I take those thoughts, they live on their own, and stand and look and cry. They've defeated me, and now I don't exist.
It was uncertainty that broke my defenses down to nothing
And in the end, it will be uncertainty that builds them up again
Do you know what real is anyways? Because I sure don't, I doubt there's really such a thing as real when your part of what your trying to understand.
Everything we know, everything we live by, everything we do, is based on the self-fullfilled promise of a substantial outside.
*I am here, this is me, and that is not.*
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