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Reflections:

These images contain my frustration to cope -- what I thought was the truth, now lies narrow in my shallow dream . . . my thoughts be cluttered, the will to ignore, can ya understand my destiny to survive; or the reason to explore?
What fate can justify hidden knowledge?
Death is only an alternative.
I (first person) can recognize my inquiries . . . you all have seen such benign qualities -- will I make it?
I'll leave it up to my conscience to decide . . .

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