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■ n_everending story
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I'm no more socially compatible.
I disrespected the quotes of elders and headed towards another route. I hitch hiked among books to reach a greater knowledge and I even undressed my body so nature could see I'm no different from it, either alive or dead. I sat next to monks as they were chanting their prayers, I witnessed their beliefs and their god's absent answer. I indulged myself with unwanted pleasures to measure infamy and instinct's limits -endless- I tried to escape behind these human bars that are kept together by imprisonment laws but my freedom wasn't born yet, wasn't possible. I can not find the embodiment of myself.
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