ME AT 19.

Once upon a time,i begged to be understood. I wished  to question the lemon tree’sthorny nature, the sun why it burnt with malice and the tortoise if faiba could pace up its speed.

Now am old enough, old enough i even lie to myself. Once upon a time, we basked in sincerity, but now, even my own conscience whisphers lies to me in my sleep.

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