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Mindfulness of Meaningless

Merely sounds Shapes Noises Echoes of serenity Devastation Life Is it the truth we seek from them? Or is it their inverted exterior that keeps us at bay. A certain unsatisfied fictitious satisfaction. It’s okay. Isn’t it? We can all be ignorant together.
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Jul 13, 2012
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