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Oct 2014
What is this place anyway?
Some type of matrix program
The sun goes up
The sun goes down

On and on and on
Never really feeling fulflled
No answers only more questions

LOL @ man's existence
We are stuck here on an insignificant little rock ball
Orbiting around the sun

No end of beginnings or endings
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form

Happiness or sadness
At some point feelings just blend into a big ball of blahhhh

And no
I don't care
Who won the game
I don't sit transfixed in front of the television

One should keep the mind free of concepts
No clinging
One time to next time

Just try to show love to other people
It's hard for some people to show love to others
I try to do it

I'm tired
You know, just tired
But it's not the kind of tired that gets better with sleep

Oh well
On and on I'll go
Welcome to earth
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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