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Jul 2019
The truth hides in fragmenting filaments
of differentiating perspectives,
thus transcending an individual definition.

All is one, as one is all,
and there is no way to distinguish,
other than to look inward.

However, in looking within,
you may find complexities so enigmatic
they question the very nature of the self.
These are our individual conquests.

To not be, but to become.
To live on without ever truly existing,
is to prove to the universe you are listening.
Dan Hess
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Dan Hess  27/M/MO
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