At times i feel that I'm filled with lies,lies which are more or like open blue skies without a trace of dark cloud of truth.
But,I cherish those dark clouds within me,cherish their existence;feeling the fact that I'm made up of that darkness and I'm proud of this fact,no matter how much blue is the sky. Shining sun,flying birds,zooming jets,colorful rainbow,nothing matters to me.
Is it true,that we need to be what we are?I'm. At least I save myself from others. But for that I have to lie.
I have to wear a mask,that's my blue sky and I'm flying in this skies dark clouds.
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