Maybe my words don’t hold the meaning I made-out for them to be. Wishful thinking; leaving my mind racing past sanity, while twisting and bending to find any truth or evidence of what I need to be true. Could I just be living a life parallel to the next man standing? How do I know the difference between hope and truth anymore? I don’t remember how
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