illusion

The world is not what it seems. You think status quo? Doesn't exist.
The world exists in how you wrap your brain around it. And if it
changes quickly? You adapt. You have to. And now- what is my reality?
What I created. Regretful or not. It's me. I can hate or love or hate
or love. I need to love. Hate only depletes so I have to accept and
that might grow to love. One can only hope.

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