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Yes, I know,
you don’t comprehend my troubled philosophy. My distant mind, wandering unknown shadows. Returning only slightly, Answering your worried questions. My thoughts… My thinking… You will never understand what I myself can't comprehend. My mind, it controls me. Following, watching the lives around me, I worry. I have right to worry. I see the world as it will be, if we do not change. Life alters itself. If we didn’t hate, would we love? If we didn’t die, would we live? If we didn’t lie, would there be truth? Lost meanings if our antithesis doesn’t exist. Wisdom given to foolish, cursed in knowledge. Be surprised. life is foolish don’t be wise fools. SKEA
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