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Jan 2015
Truth?
Truth?
What Truth?
The truth is that we all stumble blindly,
pretending that we have any semblance of what we are doing.
We fail to grasp the mere simplicity of things
and we have to make everything complicated.
Just passing through.
Regrets,
what a waste of time.
Mel
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Mel
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