It's disheartening, auditioning for a role that doesn't exist. It's maddening, perceiving the illusion & watching it hatching & persist. To "know" but resist your truth, probably fully aware of the folly we insist on. We enlist In comrodity with the oddity we've become a commodity. Incidentally we count consistently on inconsistencies & incoherencies on blasphemies of the heart & atrocities committed across cities. Truth's omitted become lies. I see in ur eye's "I love you's" & "did you miss me's" whenever we're together for a moment, forever apart. Enimies who deserve Emy's for their role from start to end as ur friend. -ChrisRota- 
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