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Dec 2014
It was a feeling of euphoric sensibility.

There was a gymnasium full of shrimps,
all squirming around,
trying to gain insight on their miserable minds.

As a sat their watching them squirm,
I accepted the feeling of wonderful greatness.
Just happy to be alive and among these other cool things in the gymnasium.

All the same beings,
but minutly similar personalities.

And as I blew my smoke,
and cleared the pass to me greatness,
I realized,
its these shrimps who make me who I am.
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