Broken Illusion

Nothing quite so beautiful as the imaginary pretense. Nothing quite as needful as the anticipated suspense. Living the dream on borrowed time before the eyes of fools are opened.
Present without lust living with longing. Present with faith living without light.
Uniqueness, you state your claim but only if everyone else agrees. Down on your knees ask for more and even more Never say please. What is the need?
Illusion is broken. Trust, you have none. Because, I see. She sees. He sees. Why can’t you?

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