What are you so afraid of?

Isn't this the shit that dreams are made of? The constant lies about tomorrow, the single greatest lie in all of creation. Tomorrow. The time is now, on everything. You bleed so much for others, the “what if they’s”. I’ll take my heart away for money, not interested in fame and put that on my name.

I thought it harsh when they said people came into your life for a reason, a purpose. Chance and Fate are just words in this life. It implied a “sell by date” for all relationships. Who’s riding? Who’s Not? HIM? why him i’ve noticed him around since as long as i can recall. Is it true? That no one is anyone you think they are?

The questions..

Without the answers it seems hopeless. Its dark, so you wish for tomorrow.. The lie, again.


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