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i am no more
as my mind realizes its shallowness i see that i ceased to exist a long time ago
the void has hollowed my being, a shell is all that remains
there is no truth, nor deception anymore..
there is nothing.

"i KNOW ! in this moment i see it.... see what it is... what it eats away... how it kills, extending the agony to an entire lifetime.

a contortion of psyche so great, it robs the mind of the ability to form rational thought. a self-destructing mind on a timer

just how many of us know how much time one has ?

our whole life is lived on hope, not knowledge

people say they want to know themselves.... it isnt such a good idea. u never know what you may find...

even now pathetic attempts to distract attention...

the grand finale..... :P

mein gott !!!

un-seemingly related lines of thoughts do proceed along a logical path of indefinite length.

the light is always at the end of tunnel..

dont forget what you came for,sir. dont forget...

truth is a weapon... to give it to everyone is stupid... make it cryptic and then only the worthy have the key...

dry throat is the way to nirvnana... the one who knows himself... if only for few hours...

ahh yes a virus at work..

the desire gives rise to endless small days and long nights

vacuum tries to suck everything in it..

greed is a bane, there can be two birds in the bush, but then again, so can be the horse...

'Forces that shape our lives, events that defy explanation. Individuals whose lives soar to the heavens or fall to the earth. This is how legends are born.' - Death Rider

'Everything that has a beginning , has an end' -Matrix "

one day you will catch yourself wishing that the person you loved most had never existed, so you'd be spared your pain....

" unimaginable life, i see before you young padawan.... truely lost or truely great you are"

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Wish You were here (Pink Floyd)