theres
nothing
good
about
bineg
edcated,
you
si, mply
discovber
that
all
the
inetresting
tyhopughts
you
ever
had
hav e
already
been
had
by
siomeone
else
io
vuess
thats
the
joke
we
plswy
on
ourselves
pretending
that
we a
fre
differnegt
from
one
another
when
all
once
we
are
sistewr,
cather,
mother,
brother
all
aty
once
we
are
angels
speaking
in
secests
lost
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