Find yourself.
Is this not me?
Reflection is not a definition, but manipulation.
Seek the Truth that seeks you.
How can you even know if truth is even real?
What is truth?
How can it be found?
If thy know no lie, then how can one seek truth?
How can one seek the soul?
How can one live and breath?
What is reality?
Does real it y exist?
Is that even a queston?
An answer?
A lie?
Truth?
How can one know if anything is even real?
Is all this just in the mind?
How can one seek what one does not know?
How can one seek what one does know?
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Emm a philosophic piece I like it. But it's life anyway, that's the biggest question ever.