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Whats this world coming to Paranoia all around Creeping up but slipping down The melodrama hurts me Is this the way it should be I question our existence Illusory immaterial junk Inching through the samsara Satori says I'm not really here Senseless matter sitting idly In a tiny corner of dharma Overwhelmed unimaginably by It all.
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Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 8:24 AM UTC
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Whats this world coming to Paranoia all around Creeping up but slipping down The melodrama hurts me Is this the way it should be I question our existence Illusory immaterial junk Inching through the samsara Satori says I'm not really here Senseless matter sitting idly In a tiny corner of dharma Overwhelmed unimaginably by It all.
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Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 8:24 AM UTC
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