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I Lie

What the hell is going on? Do I know? Hell no, I don’t. I don’t care either. I lie. I do care. I care very much. I think perhaps I care too much. It hurts. But isn’t it impossible, Impossible to care too much? Is it? I know It is possible to care too little. Perhaps not care at all. I’ve felt that. I’ve been there. No one cared. No one. Not even me. But caring too much? I doubt it. Very much. But what can I do? I can do everything I can do. Sure. But even then— Does it change anything? But what the hell— The world is coming to its end. Unraveling-- Right before our eyes. I can’t stop it. Maybe I can’t even slow it down. But I can help. I can speak truth. I can help. I can speak brotherhood. I can help. I can speak healing. I can help. I can speak love. I can.

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