Lies upon lies upon more lies

This paper is feathering away from being folded so many times,so many lies folded into another.The truth written somewhere but you can't find it through the scarring creases.The ink is bleeding from tears as the faded blue lines smear.

What is an existance without lies?Why would you not choose to keep somethings to yourself.So I choose more to keep than the average,but who's to say that?

This isn't a true life until I can make myself say what is real,think what is real,and do what is right.Until then it is every nightmare,every dream,every thought meshed together to create the best of things as I can possibly make them

itsmyfantasy

whatsyours?

fuck off.