1st of May 2008 at 00:19
As the night creeps up
and the coldness sets in.
When the toils of this life are remembered
and the rivers of this world flow from tiny vessels
I see the abyss again.
Before i would have trembled with fear
Now i say, "Hello, it's you again"
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I worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.
Groucho Marx
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