Unreliability
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My mind dances in shadows and confusion.
I don’t know what is real, what I touch, what I feel.
I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I continue to continue, to pretend that I am real, that life is what I feel.
This empty feeling in my gut
Will it ever recede?
Or will it get the best of me?
We love to sin, they like to lie
But will you hide behind them?
