What's the truth anymore? What's fiction?

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About me

I have but one question: Why is the world cruel? Why do people lie? What purpose do we serve, pinning man against man? With empty lies lingering the oxygen that flows into our bodies, there is not one person who tells the full, honest truth all of their life. At one point, you will lie. And others will die because of it. Is that not the purpose of our current civilization? Even with the happy embrace of once you hold dear, even with the gentle ties of love and marriage, even with any form of bliss you seem to have... there's always misery. There's always pain. There's always death. It's how we survive: Kill or be killed. Be the player or the played... But I'm not going to tell you how to live your life...