"Death destroys the body, as the scaffolding is destroyed after the building is up and finished. And he whose building is up rejoices at the destruction of the scaffolding and of the body."
Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (1828-1910)
Some days it's hard not to hate myself The constant state of constant failure As if I didn’t take life seriously As if tomorrow didn’t...
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