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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Tapping at my chamber door

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Cogito Ergo Sum

The fragile spinal cord asked him to shut up. It said 'Enough of this bullshit. This ain't good for you'. His nerves broke the silence with heavy beats of a pulse that went babbling endlessly.

'Paradise is but a step away', it said, but the road was way too foggy for a vision to conclude.

Words are easy, the sweet ones. It takes guts to oversee them and crawl out of a misty shadow and wipe off everything that once was. He wants to become, but fails.

He should have known better.

He should have listened, but his ego told him that he deserves better, that he ain't a quitter; an ego he so desperately wanted to follow, an ego he's so willingly indulged.

He is that weak.

The freewill illusion revolves around the belief that no one can interfere with your decision, not even gravity.

'Never fold', it said, 'Just keep running and spinning and falling and rising, chasing your fucking rainbow, and bluffing'.

He fell for every word.

That idiot!

And to think he held a winning hand.

He deserved a better life. He deserved a better hand; but no matter what cards he held their's always had higher scores; wild cards, they were all wild cards.

He was by all means outplayed.

And the tribal beats echoed inside his subconscious, marking the downfall of his own freewill.

Freewill is underrated.

Tough Luck!!

Maybe he is THAT strong...

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