Growing up i...have figured out that adulthood is the prison for the soul. Poetry of pain... Adulthood... is and idea that time, memory and individual personalities are mutative and fleeting. False ideologies, symbols and fear that have been imprinted. To be informed is to be knowledgeable... Information is not knowledge. knowledge is not wisdom. wisdom is not Truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not Music.
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