السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
Fabrications of my mind laid me open to no truth
Could never see past through a lie and the haze of the truth
Always believed what people said
Though it is all a bunch of lies
Fabrications produced by others
We are helpless and cannot deny them
Though they are fragments of someone else's memories
Someone else's definition of truth
Fabrications confine my head
I am susceptible to them and an avid believer
Though they're not my truths nor are they in relation with me
Amid all the distractions I am stranded like a lost puppy
Fabrications lighten my day and darken my nights
What is true and what is false
We believe what is told to us because we're unable to explain our motive
Then whined up being false... But what is true
Stay Triumphant





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