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I can do nothing.


it's me but not the reality of what I am. It's me before I was myself. It's a conclusion to all that is when I'm not to sure of the reality of self then I'm asleep! In my dreams I can only find myself out side of the person that only sees in the mind. Many conclusions of trying to be something. In side my window of my soul thee are many times the pain of feeling isolated in my own thoughts lost in my on illusions of what is it I'm to become one I awaken. to sleep inside a half window of the soul is a open mind of subconscious thought. I think of the open window of knowledge of the percentage of my brains open potential. I find a vast universe of thought the contemplation of every knowledgeable secret has open inside of me. My mind and eye is like a light in the third seance of the third eye. I see more clear in my subconscious mind on a continuous level like sleep walking in myself. I create time to sustain matter of the principles of my universe. I see Love, I see Pain, I see Happiness, I see sadness, I see the future and I see the Past.
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