I'm guarding myself from what everyone else thinks and what everyone else knows. Its a delusion. Life in my own mind punctuated by the riddle of my thoughts. She calls for celebration and the mind is but hard wrought. Fallacies of mankind's memories sweep the mind and take all that we know and replace it with a lie. And thus, we are left with nothing but what is left behind. It is loss...
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