Nothing is truly what you see it as being. Only reflections of what your mind tells you. You'll try your best to get an answer to a thousand year old question, and when you finally get the answer, it's never enough.
Searching through nothing more than a mirrored reflection of the same words, echoing as you try to understand why. No matter how many times the word shows its evil self, you never fully understand what it's saying.
You'll look at one spot of the mirror reflecting an image of yourself, another spot reflects another. You are the opposite of that reflection, yet a perfect resemblance to the naked eye. Questioning what you see again.
Perfection is only found in comparison to something terrible, but you don't know terrible without perfection. Balance between the two, and you know what you need to do to figure this out. The puzzle carries on.
Another will tell you that nothing is wrong, and it's all in your head, nothing is going to change about this. Yet to know if they are right or wrong, the only certain thing in this life to you. You can be innocent.
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Morgan Rice
I am a man in which does not see the world in such a way to be controlled by emotions, and lose track of the importance. I'm a simple yet detailed person. I am an avid gamer, I am very social with people, as I love friendships. <3
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