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School Religion College teachers parents friends car crash trauma death heartbreak no one comes out of this unbroken there is no hope there is no despair to believe otherwise is to prove how deluded you really are do you want to be happy or right?
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Every honest intellectual must come to the question whether life can be a positive thing without it being a delusion. And however you answer this question might depend on particular life beliefs that we are not used to challenging. Challenging beliefs is how one arrives closer to an objective truth.
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Differences between right and wrong Light and Darkness Oppression and Control Good and Bad Red and Blue Blue and Turquoise Turquoise and Green. – It takes a purple stair to get to the top of the building the building is on fire firemen are here. But there’s no purple stairs
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Nuance is the look in a person’s eyes just before the kiss It is the color that’s closer to red than to any other color but isn’t red Nuance is telling who someone is by the way they hug you Nuance is where it all happens it’
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I’m drunk on life at this point While I depended on being actually drunk to write Now waves of spiritual drunkenness just wash me Wash me away And I take just another sip Just another drink into madness And I look at the shore People walk by to grab
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Spit it out No helping Just spitting it out Envy Jealousy Anger Self preservation I am afraid of the new age The new people The people that think differently than me. How could they? How could anyone doubt my thoughts? Don’t they know that my thoughts are me? And
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Wind makes circular noises Belli Olmaz Watering waves Electronic trumpets And the ventilator never falls. Night is tinted with orange street lights Nothing too profound Just this Post orgasmic neo psychedelic inspired poetry Belli Olmaz. I wonder what the plants are thinking If the ground knows I’m relaxed right
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“Lost father to death last year. Today mother passed from heart attack. Brother has special needs. I live at the church. Alone. I believe in God. He is my Lord and Savior. Never had much to live for, grew up poor. But I believe everything is for the best. God
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what we think, we become if it isn’t yours, let go.
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A person doesn’t mature with age a person matures with pain.
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Life is infinite There a never ending ways to interpret any situation You can go as deep as you want in anything Do it with a method Questioning assumptions and testing hypothesis And you are a scientist. Do it aimlessly And you’ve got yourself a mental illness Life is
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being alone no connection no love no hope death is always fair life, not so much. Being without parents, friends, a job, a purpose, money, animals, nature. It is not fair.
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Hello this is me. I’m that guy. you know who the one always cracking jokes I’m lost But I won’t say that to you ever I’m lost and honestly death doesn’t seem too scary I can think of it everyday all day and still act
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As time goes by, you start taking more responsibilities in your life, in order to be an adult you gotta become more reliable, dependable, self-sufficient. But if you haven’t felt the need to become an adult just yet, maybe this post can shine a light into your mind. Think
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I can’t stop moving. If I stop moving, I start thinking too much. Thinking helps to solve problems in the real world, but it rarely helps with emotional ones. I have deep things inside broken and I don’t know how to fix it. I am starting to think
I hate to read. GOD I HATE READING. If you are like that too, maybe I can offer an alternative view on it. I remember in school when those teachers practically mentally abused me by forcing me to read all those books. What I realized(later than I wanted to)