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THIS IS INSANE , part 1 I looked into the bottomless pit Into the darkness without end I saw my own reflection Myself, from which I was trying to hide We are not what we are supposed to be We are something that we makeup Not that it matters much We pretend This is how the game is played Reality is only a fantasy Future is the history we make up As we go along I laughed I must be mad I have no feelings I only react as I am programmed to Our feelings have been programmed By us, by our culture, by our upbringing Though we say otherwise Not true, but we pretend I could change my mind But I won't Call myself sane So as to continue with my insanity We play by the rules When there no rules We follow the rules Because we are told to Can''t change our minds So as not to be called insane We are not really free Are we? M. N. R. 18 APRIL 2026
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Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
THIS IS INSANE , part 1
THIS IS INSANE , part 1 I looked into the bottomless pit Into the darkness without end I saw my own reflection Myself, from which I was trying to hide We are not what we are supposed to be We are something that we makeup Not that it matters much We pretend This is how the game is played Reality is only a fantasy Future is the history we make up As we go along I laughed I must be mad I have no feelings I only react as I am programmed to Our feelings have been programmed By us, by our culture, by our upbringing Though we say otherwise Not true, but we pretend I could change my mind But I won't Call myself sane So as to continue with my insanity We play by the rules When there no rules We follow the rules Because we are told to Can''t change our minds So as not to be called insane We are not really free Are we? M. N. R. 18 APRIL 2026
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Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
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