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[wilting]

i hold these things once found true, but now failing me. most of these days are four letter lies, just like those phrases circulating past your lips. over and over. how many times do you have to say something to convince yourself it's true? and me?

the truth isn't what you'll get... it's much farther down the road than you'll ever be.

stop me when this all starts to make sense.