There are things I will never understand. The pain, the hate that exists within my life. There is nothing but time, there is nothing real.
Truth is a concept, no one ever sees. No one ever feels it right, and inside the truth are only questions of pain, of reality, and a forgoing existence, that has everyone living outside the truth and inside tradition, opinion and thought. With all being accepted now.
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Truth
There are things
I will never understand.
The pain, the hate that
exists within my life.
There is nothing but time,
there is nothing real.
Truth is a concept,
no one ever sees.
No one ever feels it right,
and inside the truth
are only questions
of pain, of reality,
and a forgoing existence,
that has everyone living
outside the truth
and inside tradition,
opinion and thought.
With all being accepted now.
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