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If time is beneath reality, where does perception belong? Our opinion of our reality that is linked behind our eyes, in our mind, broken forces together. If your mind runs into exhaustion, who were you going to call when emotions go through and you forgot that you were here, when the time claims our faces turning them all into chalk, white empty of everything, empty of our reality, the use we were, the love we had, a road that led somewhere into nowhere.
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You mean the Bose-Einstein condensate, because it's the coldest temperature at a point where every single atom becomes one, unmoving, until heated. But in time, everything will become like that once every star has burned out, ongoing for a time we can't fathom.
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Now, I ask myself once again, where does the disease begin, and where do I end.
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This time around, I'm just exhausted, and my mind is just a mess right now. The other times, I was everywhere, in pain yet joyful, in laughter that made pain joyful, in the pain that wasn't real at all because I was just deluded with emotions. But that would not be me because me is me.
