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Living a Lie

  • Waleed Rauf
  • Oct 19, 2016
  • 1 min read

I once used to live a lie. I seem destined to live in a cave, where I would eventually die. Pressured to believe, pressured like us all. Pressured to accept as truth, the shadows on the wall. One day given a choice, a chance to be free. To go into the light and find the true meaning of me. I see a man, failing to see. Failing to figure out who he was meant to be. I help him see the light, he lets out a cry. I say to him, I was once like you. I once used to live a lie.

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