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Intuition

by ryan-clark

You have to go down to go up Run towards bullets to live Roll towards to escape Go against intuition to succeed Intuition is the illusion, the Maya Intuition is the driving force and the prison It is intangible, it exists and doesn't Has value but no meaning Has purpose but is not objective. To what end but no end To what a sight to see while blind
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Written by
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Published
Mar 23, 2018
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Just random thoughts at 4am, looked like a poem after review and thought may as well post it

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