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I just love this song…
“If i could tell the world just one thing it would be, that we’re all okay
And not to worry, cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these
I won’t be made useless
won’t be idle with despair
I’ll gather myself around my faith, for light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small i know, but they’re not yours they are my own.
But they’re not yours they are my own and,
I am never broken”
Hands - Jewel



That’s how they define reality. But what does it mean to be correct and true?
Merely vague concept. Reality may all be a mirage
- Uchiha Itachi