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It sits, a blurred black and white picture on a pure white background. It is two things at once but only appears to be one, so could it be both as one. One of its state's of being is mundane, it is simply a picture upon paper nothing else, but could it be something else. Could it be symbolic of a human soul, my soul, or could it be that the picture is symbolic of nothing or could that nothingness be symbolic of my soul, suggesting that it is but naught, insignificant or even non-existent? It could be that when you strip away all else, all human pettiness, kindness and emotion, you are left with nothing but a single defining concept. Could it mean that I'm a mess, a tangle of psychological scars and dementias, or does it mean that I'm naught else but a mass of chemicals mixed randomly to create a being of cause and effect?
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