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The more you know the less you understand.

Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
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Teleport 2 Me, Jamie
Kid Cudi
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I need your body right here. Won’t you teleport to me?

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The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.

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Trapped In My Mind
Kid Cudi
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And this is what happens when an insomniac dreams.

Chiddy Bang

Why?

Why do I write? When a pen is put unto paper the fabric of the universe and the glass encasing it shatters. The walls are lowered, new doors are opened and a journey begins. I write because perhaps, for once, my writing will be the one students toil over, spending class time analyzing it in search of a meaning. There is, of course, a meaning tucked in between the lines so subtly that even when I have presented the world my secret, they will remain unknowing. I write because the world holds me back; with no expectations, there are no limits. The pages between these two bound covers are numbered, yet boundless. I write because the same content indifferent person I am is a mask to the eyes that see differently than yours. And lastly, among the plethora of reasons more, I write because I will never be satisfied with my life - haunted by the various courses and roads I could have but did not take. By writing, these alternative parallels come to fruition, and my unending ‘what-ifs’ will be answered in a non uniformed manner. Through writing, I answer the questions that seemingly have no answer. Through writing, through eloquence- I find peace.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Henry David Thoreau 
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