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I am fixing the racetrack where all the thoughts there have turned black, reclaiming my isolated dignity, retraining every part of my thoughts, connecting every incomplete dot which will lead me to the adjacent poles that are satisfied with their own nature. Science taught me nothing but selective decision and a sense of entrapment. Whisper to your pillow before every intentional breath “Am I just a vehicle to every unidentifiable selfishness, or am I just living up to my own means?”
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Fixation Junction
I am fixing the racetrack where all the thoughts there have turned black, reclaiming my isolated dignity, retraining every part of my thoughts, connecting every incomplete dot which will lead me to the adjacent poles that are satisfied with their own nature. Science taught me nothing but selective decision and a sense of entrapment. Whisper to your pillow before every intentional breath “Am I just a vehicle to every unidentifiable selfishness, or am I just living up to my own means?”
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
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