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Mar 2021
A truth without appearance, is like something that molds into the very fabric of one's own intricately woven massive systematic blueprint.
For it calls upon the very "residue of complications" to avoid the next such detections of embroidering madness!
Decisively playing around with that very important intricately woven massive systematic blueprint...like a slave (without contact for its very own self too ever bear for its own ideals).
In the very end, being a slave (is what the truth without having an appearance) is all about.
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Simon
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