mariam
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| Introduction | happiness brought me boredom and boredom brought dejection - the sadness made me happy of - an absence of perfection - i thought about the day - how we're all gonna die - and i thought about the world - as being empty - there was nothing there - everything really was simple - and i saw it differently - i still do - if i think, sometimes - who i am is not me - but a detachment - sometimes i could not see - and everything went away - a pause, picture. and i feel something controlling, me? and i thought of what i need. nothing - i was amongst emptiness, in an empty world and life was, meaningless i was sad - which made me happy. the sky was getting darker, purple and i had to get going but i had dropped my map a few streets back so i decided to sit, anyways. then i thought about, the future, and i had hope of what would come, and the present went away, whatever came became, the past, and i was already. - - dead |
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