i want to do a kind of verbal diarrhea here but words seem to have abandoned me. weird concoction of imagination of what had been and what can be. there is no black and white. there is just grey. there is no good or bad. there is always a decision. we are all complex people, someone when in public but someone totally different while we are alone. we all have two personalities. we all lie, to friends, to people we love, to family, to ourselves.
ok i am done with philosophy 101. till later.
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