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I have come to many construsions,
what thats not a word? Here, let me explain. Confusion, illusion, truths, My words form other words. Thoughts that come from my minds illusions, perceptions made when coming of age. What ? You have no clue, where this may lead. Just words floating through my head. Confusion of lifes meaning is the glue, that leads my mind astray. Turn the page all roads lead to the next stage. A dead end if you will there is no choice you paid the bill.
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