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The Real Divide
They keep calling it left and right, as if truth wears a colour, as if a fact can wave a flag.
But it isn’t that. It’s who builds their world on something reasoned, and who builds it on noise.
It’s not a party line— it’s a lifeline. A test of who can bear the weight of being wrong— not the kind you lift in a gym, but the kind that makes thought ache.
We’re fighting the wrong war, cheering for teams while the scoreboard burns.
Some call it common sense, mistaking comfort for clarity. Some shout facts don’t care about feelings, then sob when theirs are scratched.
It’s not blue or red anymore— it’s evidence, or echo. Reason, or rumour. A map drawn from data, or from desire.
And I don’t care what side you’re on, if you can still look a fact in the eye and say, I believe you.
— Lilith