Be REAL

there is something about fakeness that leaves one empty. there is something about anger nicely wrapped up in "passion" and "industry" that makes one tired and burned out. when you are all alone, in the middle of the night, without all the sparkling lights and eyes watching, who are you?

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Grima Wormtongue: Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?

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Psalm 139