
One more scroll in the safety of a caged mind, unaware, absconding from realities of life.
A repetitive mental asylum, eroding cognitive capacity through a synthetic reality, void of time and space.
On to the next scroll before one can process the last.
Once trapped, fruits bears no seeds.
And the stone becomes smooth without characteristics or identity.
Void of a mirror.
An echo of mimicry.
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It’s a trap!!
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