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What am I made of?
Thoughts and dreams, floating up into the sky on new grown wings
But they are ****** down, by a force greater than us all.
What are thoughts made of?
Strange is the universe’s insistence on tragedy
So why not retreat to a charmed world of fantasy?
What is existence made of?
It is designed by a cruel creator to be impossible to reach the top.
So we must be content to live on bottom, which is more beautiful anyways.
Maybe something that was once a part of you
Now exists within me
And that makes me happy.
I used to find quantum physics so interesting, its a shame that school ***** all the joy out of learning something so awe inspiring.
18/F/under the sea
(18/F/under the sea)
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