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Farce

You know a man's a fool, when he can't see anything beyond himself.
You know a man's wise, when he sees something greater than himself.
But, you land true awakening when you see for yourself, a man that sees himself and things greater than him, but chooses to vouch for himself, for all of it is, at the end of time, a farce.

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  1. Anonymous12 August 2017 at 11:57

    Apply to everyone.. but yeah men need to wake up more than anyone.. when you accept it.. you are actually opening new doors to understand greater things which are far bigger then men's stupid EGO.

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    1. Smriti30 October 2017 at 12:13

      When I say men, I mean like the term that applies to all individuals and not the particular gender! Thanks for the feedback!

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