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We are born with innocence, free from judgement or hatred inside just to become whatever this world decides
We are nothing more than a product designed from this environment of lies, disguised as the perfect story told freely in will as another word from the wise
A beautiful weed growing inside a garden of hideous roses.. The only rose still barely alive within this field of weeds left to decay and wither away rarely noticed
We become a reflection of everything around us.. We lose sight in the eyes of our enemy and slowly fade into a bigger picture without the perfect place to aim our focus..
We aren't born to love or hate, we are raised to decide which will lead the way.. So who's to blame for this inevitable death that every life still brings?
The dancing puppet? Or the monster behind the curtains.. pulling on all the strings?
Sometimes we only need the perfect moment for our soul to escape this matrix, sometimes that perfect moment is something more than just another simple test of our patience..
Sometimes the trick behind the magic is more than just an illusion used to confuse how you see, think or feel.. Sometimes the illusion isn't a sleight of hand or even just smoke and mirrors.. Sometimes the magic trick is truly real ..
©tat444