I get sick of all the bullshit –
people playing pretend happiness
and perfect lives
I’m tired of the bright artificial lights –
Could they be authentic for one second
remove the glossy vernacular
and speak about reality?
I’ve had enough –
surrounded by hypocrites
faking the answers
Are we all so fundamentally insecure
that we can’t be real?
The answer is yes
I should know
I’m one of the worst offenders
I’m sick of all my bullshit…
Secret Thoughts Within 
Ahh .. The truth hurts ..
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Haha, true.
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Ah, that’s how the world is!!
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Unfortunately 💜
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Bullshit is an art…
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Haha, it sure is Cassa, it sure is.
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😃🤭😁
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Good twist.
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Thanks VJ, I always love it when I can write in a twist 😉
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Me too You’re welcome
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This is so true.
Well written Bree.🤍
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Thanks Rashmi! This means a lot 💜
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Brilliant photo.
Cracking poem 🖤🖤
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Thanks Charmer 💜 I shall dances over to your page where I know I will find some of my thoughts reflected in your own cracking lines.
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I can only hope 😊🖤
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Perfect lives conjures up a rather monotonous existence without a great deal of adventure. As a child the real fun was exploring boundaries not in keeping inside them.
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Oh I like these thoughts David! Exploring boundaries… A great phrase.
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authentically brilliant :)!
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Thank you for saying so
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💜
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i love the truth in this. 😩🤧
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Just keeping things real
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+1
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😆
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