* We choose Denial

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Is it that the fun lies only in the chase?
Or did I search for ways to strengthen an idea that was merely non existent?
Disillusioned, to an extent I forced myself to believe.

Why is the pain of not having greater than the comfort of having?
But then again, why is assurance the more skeptical side?

Sometimes we are charmed by singularity, not the bond. Not for what is shared.
So what am I holding onto?

Or is it an illusion I'm forcing myself out of?
Untold, as much as forbidden,
My fears strengthening what I attempt to camouflage
Cause it rather be suppression
Than rejection, which will lead to the inevitable.

So I choose denial.