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Mathematics....!!


The universe, 
its a representation of eternity,
created by humans' own little mind.
with the winds blowing by ur sides,
and the touch the enormous sea,
with the last piece of dying tides. 
In a pursuit of enlightenment,
we cry, and there s pain,
wounds that always colloids.
every single entity,

is a mathematical pattern,
colliding with each other.
creating harmony,
creating chaos and much more.

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