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blah-ze
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people
disgust
me
pristine when we begin, a white slate, so promising, such an absolute waste, and so we fail, with every breath, with every waking moment, our decisions take us away from purity and simplicity and
turn
us
into
this.
such an absolute waste of evrything we began as, twisted, complex, confused and broken, so far away and distant, not misunderstood but seen with perfect clarity and dismissed as such,
there
is
no
perfection,
only reality, being, this state of consciousness, and oblivion.
all
else
is
falsehood.
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