

Dreaming of herYou're too pretty for your own good Rolling around on concrete sheets When I see you I remember Why I brought myself here Your eyes are the doors to a warmer place A place where I used to think I could live Your hands run up and down your soul Each touch bringing out moreDreaming of her
As you look up I can tell you remember their names The ones who thought they were the ones I guess I'm only one but oh
I was the one
You scream to me without words Your voice broken but beautiful Like the smashed shards of a mirror Yor silence speaks even louder
No


MayaThe truth is unstable.Maya
It is veiled, kept away from weary minds on the verge of disintegration.
The illusion is ever so perfect in its imperfection.
Keeping us safe from ourselves.
Sometimes we see through the illusion.
Sometimes we even break it.
But we only see the truth as reflected in the shards of the illusion.
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Your mom's face is a dirty world!
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Your mom's face is a dirty world!
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The truth is unstable.
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Your mom's face is a dirty world!
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The truth is unstable.
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Your mom's face is a dirty world!
Thank you!
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The truth is unstable.
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"Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at." - Berger
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