A mess of a dreamer, with the nerve to adore you.

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Douche-bag Dear Felicia, Rock & roll baby, don't you know baby, we are alon... Cooler than Ice cubes I miss you Lean on me, when you're not strong Left my head & my heart on the dancefloor FUCKERS Techno tango Yes I am

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Are the plain truths better than the best-dressed lies? Is it better to live happily in denial or to suffer with knowing the truth? I suppose there is no way to judge such paradox since those who know wants to forget and pretend they don't because the truth is too painful to bear whilst those who don't know are determined to know because well... they just can't stand not knowing at all. So in the state of the unknowing truth, we believe what we know is what we know and we stand by it. But grateful as we are celebrating the pristine happiness of our perfect lives, we are mocked for foolishly living a lie. Yet discovering the truth hurts like salt on wound - you realise that your perfect little world no longer revolves around the perfect little you and that the perfect little people around you are flawed, very flawed. So whats left? Each side fights to get to the other and in the end all we want to do is go back to where we originally came from and everything else will fall back into its eventual place... but there's one tiny problem - we can't. So while 'exits' solely form a line between truth and lie... devoid of entrances, second chances and regrets... what will it take for you to cross this line?