| The cycle of countless lives.
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| The value of individual things.
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| The conversation with the surroundings.
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| And the absence of the humanity and reality.
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| Regulations from a lonely solitude.
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| An accidental prayer from a special structure.
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| Puking Blood.
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| Stains on my hands are the seeds I saw.
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| The reflections comes in is almost nothing.
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| My tears concerning it is a unit that has everything.
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| Where is the end of this thinking?
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| Does everything truly exists?
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| Is it the expression of the arrogant God?
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| Is it the expression of the arrogant God? |