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I, we, spend minutes hours even days staring at pixels and RGB colors living life through someone else's journey gaining a materialistic knowledge that is rendered useless outside and sacrificing everything desired for a compressed, sensible inferiors in order to save some bucks or years unintentionally creating a problematic paradox causing pain and even more confusion how can the truth, the necessary, be increasingly stifled?
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Wormholes
I, we, spend minutes hours even days staring at pixels and RGB colors living life through someone else's journey gaining a materialistic knowledge that is rendered useless outside and sacrificing everything desired for a compressed, sensible inferiors in order to save some bucks or years unintentionally creating a problematic paradox causing pain and even more confusion how can the truth, the necessary, be increasingly stifled?
what am I do? what is anyone doing? who knows
Anneke
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
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