It's Interesting, Until It's Not.

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In the realm of illusions, minds may stray,
Caught in webs of falsehood, led astray,
Delusion's whispers, like a siren's play.

Mirages of truth, distorted and blurred,
In the labyrinth of falsehood, minds are lured,
Delusion's grip, a veil obscured.

But in the light of clarity's embrace,
Delusion fades, leaving no trace,
In reality's mirror, we find our place.