She lied and I believed her. It was over. But It was not black and white. It was gray on gray, like ashes strewn into a river.

I lie to myself. Over and over again.  Somehow it keeps me sane, but I do not know where this will lead me. If I lay on a bed of lies I do not know when I will wake.

We are lied to on a daily basis to cover what lies under. But you hear the screams of gigantic cogs turning to make monsters.

The yang is a part of you. We are no where if we do not understand.

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