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Jul 2012
**** your harsh judgements
**** your blind predispositions.
**** all these emotions and
**** all this dissonance.

First you must define yourself
then you must refine yourself
but lest ye ever confine yourself
you must learn to realign yourself.

If you never look around you
you'll never see where you are.
If you never know where you are
you'll never be able to find your way.

**** this assumption that I'm in control
**** this stream of consciousness; it's a black hole.
**** all these words I cannot think to say
I'm so sick of trying. So sick of caring. So sick of being. So sick of giving.

**** all this ****; I wish it all away.
Though if it were away, I'd never be here to say:
"I love this life,
but at the same time,
**** this life."
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
(29/We're all a bit mad here.)   
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   --- and Pen Lux
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