the people we think ourselves to be only exist in our ignorance. the reality in which we dwell is limited by what we don't know. by that fact, each person you encounter lives in a world differing from your own. we are not always aware of true actuality. fact may not be subjective, but humanity's individual acceptance and recognition of it is.
- we are made by our own truths
and others' lies
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
