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my endeavours were always for the feeling of truth but not truth itself

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i measure or round my morality for being special

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i always thought , felt ,experienced and even deluded myself in the narcissism of my innocence
i found it to be holy i was shy of myself, of my senses. i blushed at the thought of being good causing my cheek to puff up.
even this bodily reaction felt -

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- for it allowed me to express my petty experiences in understandable language

when that fag nietzsche hinted he fears to be understood he reflected himself as his fear was more of being misunderstood than of being heard
i never claim my interpretation to be true -

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my heart warms up from this passage by chesterton, for it speaks to me

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when i was a young boy i used to take pleasure in the fact of being a unique person (i still do)
my chest and cheeks used to puff up at how artistically i could veil my intellect among the herds of my community.
i used to (and still do) find virtue in it.

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i used to approve the emerging thought in my mind
youre special, people should be grateful for your intellect for how you veil it and never use it
but whenever i put it to the test
i recognized it was all a sham

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when i was a young boy i used to take pleasure in the fact of being a unique person (i still do)
my chest and cheeks used to puff up at how artistically i could veil my intellect among the herds of my community.
i used to (and still do) find virtue in it.

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so we only think in rhymes and let it shape us
to end this vague, poorly written text
you will find many contradictions
and to justify it
i would say it is a reactionary coping text to an annoying boring festival holiday day with the intent to feel good about oneself

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in the course of humanity, sages, people with wisdom, and holy religious texts have always warned about a particular subset of people
a "class of people" that exists and will continue to exist till the end of humanity.
and those types were simply called hypocrites

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you will always find us complaining beating our chests about how "raped" our lives are
how unique they are or how we have communities of the "raped"
we speak in condensed words that must share rhymes living in the superstition that it adds weight to our words