As human beings we fill ourselves with delusions, delusions we steal from memories of the past. We see things the way we want to see them. We see them wrapped in shiny paper with a big bow atop. When in reality things are dirty, things are stained. It's not the filth that washes away that I cannot handle. It's the filth you cannot see, the filth that does not wash away, the filth that lives in the hearts of man.
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