Moments of neutrality and objectivity make me see the somber, ever-trying flow of life. Realizing there are things that tie me to that flow makes me apprehensive, and ponder the point to injustice. All the while, I feel the undercurrents of emotional irrationality, and little comprehend my powerlessness against myself.
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