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what if this so called reality was an illusion, we all know we were brought into this earth with our minds filled with confusion, yet lately i have been thinking about my life and it's my creator, i'm just a tiny space within a picture, just like how within a tree lies countless number of pieces of papers, i can feel, smell, taste, hear,and i can see, but i know that within me, there is a flame burning with skepticism, and one day i hope to find the meaning behind it all.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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what if this so called reality was an illusion, we all know we were brought into this earth with our minds filled with confusion, yet lately i have been thinking about my life and it's my creator, i'm just a tiny space within a picture, just like how within a tree lies countless number of pieces of papers, i can feel, smell, taste, hear,and i can see, but i know that within me, there is a flame burning with skepticism, and one day i hope to find the meaning behind it all.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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