The thing is my own inside.
(Floating in the river of thoughts which go and submerge in real life.)
(Floating in the river of thoughts which go and submerge in real life.)
I am more intangible than my self but I reflect you. Everyday I die and wake up in the morning with
new life. Am I really making it ? No. I am going through the directions of self unanimously with my
soul. Well, I can't separate me and my soul. I am the soul and the self is different. I love my soul which is the unconscious power of my life, reflecting the infinity of its self.
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