….Conscious is the earth, and all it’s trillions upon trillions of life forms, a mere extension of that which was born, perspectives are all passed on, there’s a lot that’s captured in stature, even thought has equated to similar raptures, we the same creature that’s why I can match you, you’ve allowed reconstructions to subdue you, it’s no wonder you look in the mirror and yelled who you, it only appears out of another man’s mind you grew.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 1st, 2024 05:50
- Category: Unclassified
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