"Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
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This Is My Design
These violent delights have violent ends.
You are made
out of comets
and stars.

Do not surround
yourself with those
that treat you like
dirt and dust.
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Quitting school to become a plant who wants to join me we can make a forest