I’m Entitled
To everything, because i’m me.
What lies we tell ourselves, my mind, how long will you keep misleading me?
My rights, my ownership, my laws, my survival. Dissolve into a sea of ever evolving (dissolving?) information.
After the sun fades, was there ever a sunset?
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Is she really dying? But, why, she is such a good person?
But then again, the sunset was pretty as well.
But next time, next time i will be prepared for it fading!
Oh dear mind, your nature is to lie; now without you, i can’t even believe myself.
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