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rivers flow backwards,
valleys are high,
mountains are level,
the truth is a lie.
i'm perfectly fine,
and I don't miss you...
and the sky is green
and the grass is blue.

how much do we tell ourselves we are really feeling, or are not really feeling?

when confronted with the question, "what do you want?" why is it that i have no answer? is it because i haven't gotten what i've wanted, so i've just stopped hoping? do i ever hope for the best?

i don't think i like the human condition.

i definitely don't like my human condition.