In the space between the first and second page of a book about an old and wise sage the secret to a happy and fruitful life was hidden in plain sight with no access forbidden Rich men spent fortunes searching for that which was free not taking the time that was needed to see The…

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I am pain the absense of pleasure. All that is profane to me is tethered. With emptiness and despair I am forever intertwined hearts in need of repair I count as trophies of mine. My existance is perception temporary and transient I do not aim for redemption my presence is permanent.    

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