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There are people to miss, we've seen so much. It's all behind us now. Everything. A memory. A branding of chemicals in our cerebrum. Every millisecond of our so-called existence. Every heart beat. It's but a principal of physics. Maybe nothing more than that? No? It's all just it our heads. We're all just in our heads. Our heads are in our heads. Our heads are a myth. Everything made up by our heads is a myth. Nothing more, Nothing. But what we refer to as, The big vaccuum.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
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There are people to miss, we've seen so much. It's all behind us now. Everything. A memory. A branding of chemicals in our cerebrum. Every millisecond of our so-called existence. Every heart beat. It's but a principal of physics. Maybe nothing more than that? No? It's all just it our heads. We're all just in our heads. Our heads are in our heads. Our heads are a myth. Everything made up by our heads is a myth. Nothing more, Nothing. But what we refer to as, The big vaccuum.
Medicine-Noose
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
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