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jeannette-abi
No one will ever know what I am going through, but again, I will never know what anyone is going through. Is it about knowing? No one will ever feel what I’m feeling, but again, I will never feel what anyone is feeling. Is it about feeling? No one will be me, but again, I will never be anyone else. Is it about being???
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
What is it all about?
Can you tell me why? You don’t even know! All the reasons you may give would seem banal. It’s your feelings you’ve trusted and pursued, I know. Allow me to say Your feelings aren’t truthful Nor are they your own feelings, so don’t be fooled. Your feelings are passing clouds They are an illusion They only exist because something or someone else exists, they do not have a body on their own. But your brain exists, it is concrete Pursue it. For your own sake!
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
But why?
I do not have an identity and I do not need one, for identities restrict me. I do not have a religion and I do not need one, for religions imprison me. I do not have beliefs and I do not need any, for beliefs confine me. I do not have goals and I do not need them, for they only drive me one way. But I do have freedom and I do need my freedom, for only freedom can save me.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
The greatest gift of freedom
I call for help but help is deaf it can’t hear  me, I look for help but help is blind it can’t see me, I need help but help is far away it can’t reach me.  Who else but help can help me?!  If anyone can see, hear or is near,  please be help for me.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
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