Reality or Falsehood
is it real?
am i real?
are you real?
is anything around us real?
everything is perceived as fake.
i know it’s there.
i know it exists.
but for some odd reason,
it all feels hoaxed,
surreal,
dull,
empty,
ambiguous.
but why?
if i know people exist, objects are real, and my feelings are real,
so why does everything feel misplaced?
lost, even.
i discern as if i am fraud.
it’s a perpetual life i’m living.
all is the same,
as if i am forbidden from breaking this loop.
nobody can console me,
the world is deceiving me.
there is no comfort in it either.
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