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Philosophy Student
125 okur puanı
Ocak 2024 tarihinde katıldı
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Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.
When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
Okur Takip Önerileri
Paradise is there, behind that door, in the next room; but I have lost the key.
**Perhaps I have only mislaid it.**
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.