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Jun 2014
We are just human beings. So weak. So fragile. We wander through this world. Looking for a meaning. A meaning to why we live. A meaning to why we exist. Do we have purpose? We try to try to make the best of this life. We don't know what else to do. Its like we were abandoned in this world with no instructions. So we made up our own instructions. We live by all these instructions that were made by people who thought they knew what life is. But yet we are not happy. We are not satisfied. Theres more to life than what meets the eye. But unfortunately we cannot see it. All these artificial forms entertainment. They blind us from the truth. Where is the truth? We cannot find it. Why have we been abandoned here with out any traces of the truth?
Monkey
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Monkey  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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