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A.:: discontent-uncontrolled. my minds my playground for me to explore. pass the compass, the time is near, rays from the sun. as the way grows clear. dont disreguard the things ive seen. the way it feels is un nurtering

B::: no one feels no one knows no one can taste as we all seem to know. the ways that we think unreal intentions misleading interuptions paths divide the crossing roads that lead us into the unknown. the unknown is unreal to some. but to me i know. its there it is the truth we have been searching for. where it leads is misleading for our brains cannot posess