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Jan 2020
I'm so sorry, sweetheart
You really got yourself into a mess
This whole idea you surrounded yourself with
Falling asleep inside a dream
Over and over
So long ago
And now you know you really are lost

But who is this voice
In the silence of the giants of the Universe?
Who never sleeps when we dream
Continually creating while life is on pause?

Who is the voice who knows we are lost
The waking state is free from why - Every why simply uncovers another. The waking life is made up of how; it can seem that the how is leading to a result but the results always change and all we are left with is how.
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mc6lm  Behind your eyelids
(Behind your eyelids)   
         Johnny's Brother, ---, Eloisa, Fawn, TIZZOP and 22 others
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