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Planned Ideals (Poem)
What fun is the pre-planation.
Everything is built and torn.
Because nothing can remain forever,
It will destruct itself and never be reborn.
Why this happens is, because it is an ideal, you aren't it.
We can't even realize it, because the ego plays dirty tricks.
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