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n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
You shake loose parts of your brain
Winning, sinning, beginning
Feeding the needing for bleeding
Bashing, smashing, crashing
Frying; annihilating you, hahahaha!
Sunlight glistening through the trees, giving new life to something beautiful
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