And the world goes round...

existentialism solidified my thoughts.

Free me.

factuality savior from incompetence.

Free me.

data, recollective per thought.

Free me.

aboriginal to nothing, all treads worn.

Free me.

perceptual prerogative, mankind made manikin, excepting "ID".

Free me.

morality determined by society; mortality, detrimental to families.

Free me.

who be wise in a world so self absorbed, in a time where we know nothing, everlasting idiocy, our curse.

Nothing in life is free.

Free me?

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