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As I lose my way in an endless ocean made of flowing knowledge, my head feels like an anchor, towing down my heart below the waves of facts, to the depths of information as I drown I do attract insatiable predators, all the while, above the surface all is doomed to fall beneath the rising tide, slowly crawling up to eat the howling sky
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
Age of Misinformation
As I lose my way in an endless ocean made of flowing knowledge, my head feels like an anchor, towing down my heart below the waves of facts, to the depths of information as I drown I do attract insatiable predators, all the while, above the surface all is doomed to fall beneath the rising tide, slowly crawling up to eat the howling sky
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
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