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Thoughts run abundant in an open mind. Like an ocean it contains vitality and sustains life. My thought aren't that rare. They are of the simplest and most common thing you would hear everytime. My thoughts echo your own. We were never different. We were crafted and born in the same nature and the same entity. I breathe the air the you breathe; I love like you love; I live like how you live. My thoughts are running like a river finding its way through the sea. And the only way I can live is to feed my soul with words. I crave for sweet words from poetry and novels. They are food to my starving soul. I drink their juice to fill my dry existence. I feel them like satin on a rough sand. Let me bring out these crazy riddles hiding in the deepest part of my head. And maybe just maybe I will be the same again.
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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