You Are False Data

A part of me works under the assumption that most everything I experience is made false by some form of posturing or lie. I eat cynicism for breakfast.

Another part dares to dream. I am more naive than Bollywood musicals.

Somehow both sides are regularly vindicated. I guess it makes sense. It's like playing yourself in Go, or Chess: you are going to win.

So I am a vacuous dichotomy. At once unable to be unhappy or happy and continuously both. I'll bet good money a lot of other folks are like this.

I just schrodingered my self...

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