Written by Jacob Ibrag
Questioning my inquiring process.
Am I seeking the right answers? Are
these thoughts original? If not, where
did they come from? Looking into
the mirror, witnessing fragments of
all the people that touched my psyche
take shape to form the face I see in
front of me. A hybrid. Better. Worse.
More of the same. Recycled. Carbon
copy cluster of garbage. I become
them. Part of the whole system.
Politically correct human.
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Beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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thoughful
: )
enjoyed though
smiling!
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Thanks 🙂
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thought-ful *
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Subtle satire!
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Amazing! The depth at which each line portrays is beautiful. Keep following your heart and doing what it is you feel is best. You know yourself better than anybody else. Stay true to your faith and personal truths.
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Thanks Torrance 🙂
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You’re welcome. How often do you post?
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I try to get something going every day.
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Great! I look forward to reading more of your content. It’s always a pleasure reading good material
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Thanks again for reading, means a lot to me 🙂
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You’re welcome. Thank you for putting it out to be read. Takes courage and confidence to follow through with our desires. I wish you much success in all that you pursue
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Amazing!
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Thank you 🙂
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I like almost all your work but this one is special.
I am falling in love with your mind…. It looks so much like my own, but clearer.
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That means a lot to me, thanks N 🙂
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