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I looked at love and for a second I was here. I saw creation at work and for a second I was here. Many times, I am nothing but a spectator. Many times, I can’t find my savior. How much I long to stay here in reverie. I need to stay or it’ll be the death of me. What is conscious thought? Soul? What is my life after I die? Sold? I believe in the future, yet I can’t rationalize the now.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 2:25 AM UTC
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I looked at love and for a second I was here. I saw creation at work and for a second I was here. Many times, I am nothing but a spectator. Many times, I can’t find my savior. How much I long to stay here in reverie. I need to stay or it’ll be the death of me. What is conscious thought? Soul? What is my life after I die? Sold? I believe in the future, yet I can’t rationalize the now.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 2:25 AM UTC
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