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In the Lies



There are a thousand ways we imagine things could conspire to be. Yet when the outcome turns to be the one we didn't want, we begin to break down. 

We begin to hate the chances taken. We begin to hate the efforts that we put in. We regret. 

Sometimes, it is difficult to say that the fate of our lives is in our hands. That we are the master of our world. Maybe we are not, because we try to do our bests yet we can't achieve.

What is the purpose then? We ask ourselves, our friends, maybe the higher power. If things aren't meant to roll out the way we expect, what is the point of working on them? 

However, there is a way we manage to survive. It's in the lies that we tell others, maybe ourselves too.

The truth about lies is, if we say them enough, we start to believe them

 ---  "Does it still hurt?" "No"

     And unless someone looks into our eyes, we begin to realize all the lies that we have been telling ourselves and once again shred into pieces. For those eyes, they can't be lied to. 


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  1. They say eyes are the gateways to the soul.. and how can one suppose to lie to his own soul? I believe the lies are made up in the mind and also are only for the mind play 😉🐱.. you can't fool your inner self no matter how hard you try to and how many lies you believe in!

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