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Jul 2019
I know that all the emotions that are rampaging in my head
Are just subtle responses triggered by this current perception
And that  “my head” doesn’t (beyond it’s own criteria) exist
We come from death
We go to life
There’s nothing you can do that’s wrong
Since the game is experience
And experience is what you have
You’re working
Try not to try so hard
Written by
Tom Morrissey
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