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I/
Know/
We All/
Feel like We’re/
So Goddamn Alone./
Or at least like the World is Ours./
Or We Truly Feel Everyone owes us something good./
Or we live a life of lament, asking nothing of no one and expecting no good./
But the truth is karma always comes back around too./
Because balance is the tangent/
Formed by life and mind/
Over time./
The waves/
Are/
Fine/

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