Some people are nothing without the clothes that they wear and the style that they have. They are made of plastic and of photographs that have been tampered with, of implants and add-ons, they are a fabrication of their own imagination and striving to maintain that perfection that they'll never attain, fearing that without it, they might lose everything. Strip them of all the superficial and they are nothing but rotting carcasses of guilt and regret, shallow minds with nothing intelligent to say and when you turn the mirror to make them face the truth, they run away, for they prefer living their lie, a lie in which they are comfortable and happy.
Ignorance is truly bliss for some, yes it really is, for those who refuse to be consciously aware of what they subconsciously know. Let them live their lie. One day, it'll shatter anyway.
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