me and my soul geared to attack

i obsess over it, the truth. sometimes i think, in my twisted labyrinth of a perception, that there is no such thing as truth, that it died in some long-forgotten conflict and has rested in the other lie of peace. but i don’t know anything for sure. because of the dead truth thing, you see.

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