I was never him

Not every lie is intentional. Not every truth is real. The line between truth and perception is razor-thin-and that's the line I walk, spiralling through a haunting web of prose and poetry. Step into my mind-where guilt, loneliness, and the search for meaning twist into something inescapable. A psychological thriller? A philosophical unraveling? Maybe both. Reality blurs, emotions run deep, and truths hide quietly between the lines. Funny thing about truth is that they say it sets you free. But even that comes at a price: the weight of knowing. This isn't just a story. It's a descent into the human psyche-and a challenge to rethink what it truly means to exist. Ready to question everything?