The other day the diary was open and a someone happen to read a few bits. Only to realise how shamelessly strong is the desire in all of us to somehow “expose” others. How shameless are the secrets we do not want to be “exposed”.
Is it possible for a man to ever completely know someone. Isn’t it that the major part of our lives we just play the role we are supposed to, without ever being your own self. Sometimes I feel all we are are character artists in a movie someone up there is enjoying in the name of reality television. Who knows what I believe to be the truth is what?
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