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It is safe here; safe because it’s mine; 
I don’t control it, but I understand it; I’ve lived here for a long time.

It’s not freedom, for freedom doesn’t exist; 
we are no more free than the laws within which we subsist.

This place… you cannot feel, touch, or see, but believe me when I tell you, it’s more real than you or me.

With out this place, nothing is, nor nothing need to be;
it’s all just a precious invention, of causality.

Truly a thing of beauty, for it is the only thing to end; 
everything else recycles time and time again.

An escape from this endless insanity I see with open eyes, 
for as soon as I close them, the insanity dies.

Remember it is safe here, it’s safe because it’s mine; 
a place where I can go, where everything is sublime.

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