How easy is it to laugh at everything like as if nothing bad happened? To say that you don’t ever want to talk about it and shrug it off? To tell yourself that you’ll never think about it or that certain person ever again? Too easy, right? — Then it hits you, that very moment when you’re alone, your thoughts creep up behind you and you’re forced to succumb to the pressure of your own mind. That’s the moment when you know you’re lying to yourself; only in the solidarity of darkness can you freely admit that you have not yet been able to forget. That’s how life is. Exchanging masks throughout the day that never once shows your true self; you are hiding yourself in the deepness of the dark. But even in the dark, someone is watching you. You are granted the bliss of ignorance.
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