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plastic bags consumed
my mind is a wild horse. no matter how much i try, no matter how many experiments im in, no matter how good i feel, no matter that no matter, my mind is a wild horse. right now im jumping after jumping. only few seconds, inches of seconds i can have of stopping and realizing that is all a question and an answer of no matter. no matter at all. but then is why. right now im laughing and got peace. but its not going to last. life is unreal no matter how hard they teached to look for reality. reality is unreal. there is no such thing as reality. such thing is unreal too. everybody will know this the way i knew it today just before jumping onto my bus. i know there is no such thing as me writing this piece of shit. but even knowing is becoming suspicious.
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