I've never considered myself to be smart or achieving but people lie to themselves like there is no tomorrow, the pool of delusion is always so deep always so full of people, as I look at the abyss of my mind I wonder what is my thought at the end of the day, sometimes there is a meaning and sometimes there is not. Two minds speaking at the same time, thinking differently one at the time which one is me and which one is not, why is it hard if both am I? One is for consciousness the other for reason why, both are off for the minimal treason, is it so hard to think one at a time? Is it so hungry to make me insane? Is it perhaps trying to compensate the lack of sense?
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