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Jan 2010
The blood rushing through the veins of the ocean in a sea shell,

Welcome to the world that you just thought that you knew so well,

Welcome to the world were eyes void of color are crystal blue,

Were the best illusions you’ll ever see is the world that you view,

When people say the real world, they don’t know what they have said,

There’s no real world just as there’s no living and no dead,

Everything’s a construction of our arbitrary imagination,

Creating our own worlds, owning our situations.
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