the truth hurts a hell of a lot more than lies, when you get right down to it. maybe those of us that revel in our misery are better off, because at least we aren't lieing to ourselves...

wow... that comment was one giant paradox right there.

anyways, like the poem, it's so true...

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Now is not the time for name calling and blame sharing. Now is the time for dismembering the body and distributing the parts equally in dumpsters throughout the city.

Ah yes, I know what you mean.. Really weird though, that people don't understand that their lie is making them miserable. They just go along with it because it's easier.

Never seeing the truth
Only seeing the lie
That they held so close to their heart
That they held so deep inside

Like that. Just like that. Very nicely put. We love or little lies and secrets. It's pathetic.

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It doesn't get more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass!
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Mmm...brains...

So profound and so true...

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It's very true. The masks people wear mostly aim to deceive. It's a sad fact about life, but not everyone is like that. Just the vast majority. lol

And yes, I am going through some of your earlier stuffs. You went through all of mine, so I can at least repay the favour. It doesn't hurt that you're an amazing poet as well!

well folks this is as far as i can tell her first submission after joining dA and boy she really takes off out of the blocks simply blowing by everyone else as though they were standing still..
sorry.. sometimes the whole comentator thing is funny.. what that meant was... its very good and the note of truth in most likley falls on deaf ears... those that live that way wont get it.. and those that dont.. well dont have any problem with this piece..lol..

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Guess what time it is? It's time for me to review all your works! Go me. It took me a long time to get through :devicondevilicious: 's gallery, but I finally did it.

I know what you mean with this poem, about the front others put on. I know so many people who do that, and they do for various reasons: some so that others won't worry about their problems, some because of insecurity. I find at times I kind of put up a front, but that is so rarely, and its a change of attitude instead of a front; sometimes I can be really down to earth and serious, then other times all I speak is nonsense: yesterday I was talking to Mandy, the girl whose family I'm living with, and we spoke for two hours, but at one point during the conversation I said that Jesus was like an Oreo. I couldn't repeat what I said if my life depended on it, because it was just one of those spur of the moment things, one of my random-nonsense moments. But in a way when I do that it's a front I put up. I'm not sure how though, or why. All I know is that it happens.

So I guess what I WAS trying to say is that at times people don't try to do what they do, trying to appear a certain way to others. Sometimes it just happens.

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When all else fails, blame curiosity.

Well I wanted to see the first peice you posted, and i like it. It's very true to.

~Kanga
~PLUR you cant just say it you have to live it~

Ah, the first cause! Proto-Beth!

It's interesting to see how you've developed. Reading this without reading the rest I would have labelled it teen angst... but thanks to your later ones, I think I understand things slightly better.

You've grown wonderfully.

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Learn the Way of the Forums

..thank you.

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