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May 2017
Lies have them to sustain
Only brief breath from life.
The pain of lies exists to us, only apparently
Like centrifugal force.

A father swings his young son around Him on the beach.
To the son, it seems that a force is acting on him,
A force opposite his father's tethering arms.

But in Reality, his Inertia is only carrying all his Velocity,
and that Father will never truly let
him go.

So, it can be Said
that pain
is a lie.
i watched a vsauce video, Spinning
and i was thinking about it in a different way
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
(Another place)   
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   Anora Emporium and Keith Wilson
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