no one lives up to their own ideologies
like cleaning out a dead man's house
handing out memories, oblivious
I claim this I claim that that's mine
you were all waiting for this
delusion
one deed reverses another
realization
nothing erases anything
the phrases we grew up thinking meant everything mean nothing
every statement is a hollow imitation of an idea which we know nothing of
nothing is untouchable and everything is a lie
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