Blood
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood. - Nietzsche.
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Because I am a human being, they give me a pen and paper. So I take the pen and write.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood. - Nietzsche.
An idea bounces around your head for awhile. It skirmishes through your brain receptors until finally it finds a resting place where it feels it is needed. Somewhere necessary.
An idea bounces around your head for awhile. It skirmishes through your brain receptors until finally it finds a resting place where it feels it is needed. Somewhere necessary.
The past. So many people try to forget theirs. They try so hard to forget what they had they end up missing out on what they could have earned.