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Sometimes my mind leaves me and humbles me. Destroy everything. For a few seconds I see that nothing have sense. A third “Me” try to stop that inpulse from the depths of my mind. Then everything returns to normal and I can feel like I’ve arrived at that time to the absolute lucidity.
The Brothers
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