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This life is just perception from a distance, and it’s hard to listen, to your heart when your minds distant, and away from your spirit, we can’t hear it, and we tend to miss it, only wish is, to lock it up in submission, wishin’ to never give it up, but now-a-days “never” isn’t enough, to make sure it stays with us. Corrupted by consumption, now desensitized to the corruption, and just see it as a “way of life like” lunch is; stuck in, between the day and night and the rushes, of the way society functions, Fuck this! but deep down we fucking love this, so redundant in our fake ways to find who we are, through trial and error we find who we aren’t, and play connect the dots with scars, in hopes to find meaning like the milky-way and the stars, I try and find my reality in the galaxy, answers up on Mars to these questions here on earth, the soul is what we search, for having hope is what makes us search more…