Absence of Self-Definition
There is something in me.... me...not me... and the presence of both... the lack of both and many other variants, the undefined state of unallocated consciousness ...The poor structure of low integrated personalities.... like a warrior trying to break thousands of mirrors to defeat his nemesis and he broke indefinite number of them, still not able to find the one who has done it to him...forceful embodiment, no one gave them the consent to squeeze the vibrating energy of life into this malfunctioning, self populating bio robot...now we are in our personal prison cell driven by hormones and false priorities...crawling from day to day...the time is only the attempt of measuring the impermanence...the core of existence beyond the time still out of our reach...
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