I often ponder -- Catch-22.
I seldom knew the caption.
What you represent, I never questioned.
Now I rest . . ., undecided.
What I know, you cannot believe.
Some rely on basic statistics.
You, the most aspiring fundamentalist.
What can summon, will only reproduce.
Individuality leaves me just . . . in detail, you, a competitive character!
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Hidden realities
Hidden settings
A concept of judgment
Lost contacts
Lost conscious
A fathom of abnormalities
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