I had intended to create something grand, but what came out was a single, unbroken egg. This was my chain, a chain so deep within me that I refused to accept it, no matter how much I saw or heard.
The actions I performed at the same time every day soon became a habit.
And then I grew tired of the repetitive situations.
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“This is my arrogance.” 
 
I had time, but for a moment, I forgot about love. Surprised by myself, I kept mumbling the names of my people. Without any promise, I let go of the present. 
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'Contradiction' 
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I covered up thoughts with thoughts in an attempt to realize it on my own. What form that primal substance, which would not be erased within me, took, and what it meant to me also vanished and I felt as though I had become a shell devoid of lingering attachments, soothing my mind with positive nihilism.