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Genius is obsessive; it pulls the self away and directs will into creation. When I dissolve into the mission, there is no time for heartbreak. Only the cold truth of reality, and the voice within screaming: "Keep pushing forward." Then, the voice grows wings, and it lifts me from pain into pain, and I smile. I am one with the world, and suffering is my weapon of mass destruction, ready to destroy every comfort until I am born again in fire.
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Mission
Genius is obsessive; it pulls the self away and directs will into creation. When I dissolve into the mission, there is no time for heartbreak. Only the cold truth of reality, and the voice within screaming: "Keep pushing forward." Then, the voice grows wings, and it lifts me from pain into pain, and I smile. I am one with the world, and suffering is my weapon of mass destruction, ready to destroy every comfort until I am born again in fire.
Dybbuk
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
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