This Sadness Conquered
happiness isn't equated with momentary pleasure. Suffer a little bit, but go find the nearest jolibbee to cope with it. Run, run the sadness out, chase it to the sun of its math.a
center is amde. No doubt. There are infinite possibilities, but you can center. Choose one, this data, this assumption. You will be happy detached from reason, attachment to feeling; the central issue is the value of feeling.
Focus out. Do not maintain the illusion of bliss eternal, bliss moment by moment. Concern your sadness
to a method of your own. Believe that there is no conspiracy. Believe that there is no alien, that truth is like I don't know but you will still know. It is in the between.
Do believe that there is Irag. DO believe what is water. There is thesis, there is rank. Pretension all over this is good. This is promise, a reach, climb to the power of tomorrow. There is a point.
There is a point that you will suffer a day.
The happiness is worship, suffer the pain, suffer the daily grind.
You will be taken out of context of lonely.
You are connected, to a conflict inside is nothing. So hard so hard: conquered.
How will you do how will you do?
Start with the no awkward at kk it. Start with the acceptance, the treatment. The reality is that you have
doubt that anything exists outside you. That there is one. That there is more than just like What If
You are the only one who saw this. There's time, when like, there's time, like when you know
That nothing is there. How can you feel the one outside you without feeling it too?
The secret is worship, the secret is worship, worship the Oh Lord The Tomorrow.
The Lord of Tomorrow.
The Lord of Fries.
Of Routine. Of Conquered Boredom. Of tulips and mad.
The Lord of Terror Conquered. The Lord of Now Sharpened to Nothing.
Ballast killed: you the ballast, you the sad. Sadness get away!
Sadness, says the 5 year old lady, you owe me nothing but you stick!
Get away!
I will forever deny the product of you, sadness. You are nothing
Compared to the hope of like the Now The Tomorrow! Day by day, day by day
Day by night, there is concept new and not proud and felt by me in the context of like
There's a forever listing of possibles. There is one here though that is not denied.
Day by day, there is a laugh, minute, minute. It is enough. Find that one.
Find that one and then sleep and run and visit and it will pass. This sadness will pass
Your papers please.
center is amde. No doubt. There are infinite possibilities, but you can center. Choose one, this data, this assumption. You will be happy detached from reason, attachment to feeling; the central issue is the value of feeling.
Focus out. Do not maintain the illusion of bliss eternal, bliss moment by moment. Concern your sadness
to a method of your own. Believe that there is no conspiracy. Believe that there is no alien, that truth is like I don't know but you will still know. It is in the between.
Do believe that there is Irag. DO believe what is water. There is thesis, there is rank. Pretension all over this is good. This is promise, a reach, climb to the power of tomorrow. There is a point.
There is a point that you will suffer a day.
The happiness is worship, suffer the pain, suffer the daily grind.
You will be taken out of context of lonely.
You are connected, to a conflict inside is nothing. So hard so hard: conquered.
How will you do how will you do?
Start with the no awkward at kk it. Start with the acceptance, the treatment. The reality is that you have
doubt that anything exists outside you. That there is one. That there is more than just like What If
You are the only one who saw this. There's time, when like, there's time, like when you know
That nothing is there. How can you feel the one outside you without feeling it too?
The secret is worship, the secret is worship, worship the Oh Lord The Tomorrow.
The Lord of Tomorrow.
The Lord of Fries.
Of Routine. Of Conquered Boredom. Of tulips and mad.
The Lord of Terror Conquered. The Lord of Now Sharpened to Nothing.
Ballast killed: you the ballast, you the sad. Sadness get away!
Sadness, says the 5 year old lady, you owe me nothing but you stick!
Get away!
I will forever deny the product of you, sadness. You are nothing
Compared to the hope of like the Now The Tomorrow! Day by day, day by day
Day by night, there is concept new and not proud and felt by me in the context of like
There's a forever listing of possibles. There is one here though that is not denied.
Day by day, there is a laugh, minute, minute. It is enough. Find that one.
Find that one and then sleep and run and visit and it will pass. This sadness will pass
Your papers please.
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