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Never good enough. For who?

I keep learning what I thought I already knew.

Ah, those days when you can't escape darkness.

This monster lives inside of me. I never know when he comes or goes.

When everything you believed with all your heart turns to be a lie.

That person that keeps your heart ocupied but doesn't live there though...

What he would say when I die.

...and one day you realise all the stories were a lie. And your faith dies.

Pain can be a great teacher. But it hurts like hell.

Who am I talking to when I pray?