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May 13
I dreamt big
Scientist
Finding new equations to save the world

Now the only thing integratred is my infinitesimal changes that keep being rotated in one axis
Filled, but stays on symmetry
Or just something that is infinite yet needs to be counted with limits

Just like my dreams, now is limited
Dies out; as by step value, it's approaching zero
When it's expanded, finally the variables will cancel each others out
Tho some orders are kept
To zero degree it's valued zero
Because i sin -pun very intended
Now i hate math
'Cause my life is far from order and predictable
The only thing that's predictable is that i will end up in chaos

Maybe chaos has always been my pattern
I can be tan 0° as well
Written by
Albamaine
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   Hamzah and rick
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