what is real?

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To this day and hours ahead For each gaze and every word Living a lie and creating lead No such fright can take that of the word   Creating and deceiving Those that bring it all
My mother named me strong, but never minded weakness. My relative, but not ‘family’, name sound like a sewer, a reflection of my life, overflowing with excrement and unpleasantness, full of rats.
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