Everything is a lie. Everything you hear, everything you see.
So much to spew out. They just keep coming, one after another.
You're in a box. A moving box. They want you dead, or in their lie. There's only one thing a man can do - find something that's his, and make an island for himself.
If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack; a glance from your eyes, and my life will be yours...
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