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A little of all, but this is nothing. by PancakeVillage, literature

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A little of all, but this is nothing.

Everyone wants the world to seem and be perfect. But not having true intentions for it to be that way...is what leaves this world to rotten in our own words. worse than not caring, worse than to hate Those who hate, are atleast true to their feelings. True to themselves. Those who don't care, know what is going on. But don't wish or think they can make a change. and so they too, are true to their thoughts and feelings. But I have encountered the place of the masks. the place of "Everything will be okay, I'll be by your side." The place within the lies of the lies. A bit stumbled between what i thought, but true it was. The masks that we

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Sep 15
Puerto Rico
Deviant for 10 years
She / Her

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Helllo young people of earth. I hope my deviations are to your likings and i hope you are feeling okay. okay?

I am 15 and I like potatoes.

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Mar 5, 2014

What is there to know?

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What is there to know about love?What is there to know about something so "important"? We crave it so much that I wonder what love really is? I use to believe that love was to give affections towards others and feel happiness. Is it? Because I feel nothing. I give. I give. And yet I am not happy. I help  you and you then become happy with someone other than me. I help and give  anytime. Am I also not important enough? Why am i only a tool for you all? I am sorrounded by so many humans and yet there is not a single one of them that would ask me who I am. They have no interest. Just a simple walk past me every day. They talk to me. But I am