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Nada


There is one thing in this world. Only one thing In this whole world. It knows nothing of everything but everything about nothing. It knows it cannot live with nothing It knows what nothing is like what nothing looks like what it feels like how it smells and tastes. It knows everything of nothing. But nothing of everything. It is lonely, sometimes. But never alone. Always surrounded, but lonely. It is a person. A person that exists only within itself. Such an egotistical person lonely with nothing knows nothing but exists only for itself. You know this isn't you? No sabe nada.
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