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I was cursed with wisdom from the moment I was born in this shiny and deadly prison which they all call it ‘’the world’’ since the day I’ve learnt to know I aimed to buy back my freedom the price was high, and tended to grow it’s a greedy and corrupt kingdom They all asked me for money and I offered them my gold they said it has no value… I said ‘’it has more than you can hold!’’ I just wanted to leave this madness before time ends, and I’m too old and stop to breathe this blackness this sadness, rust and cold. Now, I’m old and careless… and I’ve failed my very goal, but you my son, do not be reckless, chose faster, live mindful and take control.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
A little story (Gold = Wisdom)
I was cursed with wisdom from the moment I was born in this shiny and deadly prison which they all call it ‘’the world’’ since the day I’ve learnt to know I aimed to buy back my freedom the price was high, and tended to grow it’s a greedy and corrupt kingdom They all asked me for money and I offered them my gold they said it has no value… I said ‘’it has more than you can hold!’’ I just wanted to leave this madness before time ends, and I’m too old and stop to breathe this blackness this sadness, rust and cold. Now, I’m old and careless… and I’ve failed my very goal, but you my son, do not be reckless, chose faster, live mindful and take control.
Gold = wisdom
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
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