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In the shadows of deceit, skepticism breeds wisdom, for even the loudest whispers carry echoes of truth.
An image up close is much more than it seems....
this morning tonight, preparing to what is set forth,maybe destiny; i speak to the light, crying and weeping, unknowingly pressing forward hastily; maybe one day i'll know, no; be
I began as an idea. Something someone thought up, Creative   I am a reality. A person who breathes, Alive.   I am a skeptic. Make me believe what I see, Imaginary.  
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