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Jan 8
friends
ones with whom we shared the story
it’s time to farewell
i’m sorry

i’ve decided to seek the truth
so i must cut the storytelling
we shared that amazing youth
that give birth of mine rebellion
showed me what is right and what is wrong
and the big picture where i belong

smart goals and networks are not for me
my desire is abstract and unknown freedom
the first step is to destroy the rotten family
while eating all the apples from that tree in edem
then goes years of accumulating the vitality
and breaking through the curtains of civilization mentality

my final destination is the state of self
where all **** sorted on the one shelf
where the body is a temple
and spirit is a whole
where nature is the teacher
and words are under control
where the only currency is energy
and time is absolute
where the only possession is awareness
and love is a root

so, guys, our story ends
now, the death is my only friend
character - is the ability to carry out a resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed
low poetry
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low poetry  23/M/Ukraine
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