How long is five years?

And not just any five years. Not the hypothetical five year plans of crazed regimes. Not the five years in the life of a nation, where things repeat themselves anyway. Or just any random five years.

Five years of your life. Of your being. Of you breathing and thinking and believing and hoping and expecting and longing and wanting and finally realising that it was just a Lie. Lie with a capital L.


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