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Ankh JokerAJ

Ankh Joker

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They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person. Hi

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nicoleta d.

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no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...

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Iulia Constantinescu

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nothing that could interest you...

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John KeatsJK

John Keats

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John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...

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Dan Moldoveanu

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'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski

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Emanuel

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nothing

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Not importantNI

Not important

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Nothing important.

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AB

Andreea Bustea

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Nothing looks like it seems.

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diaconescu dianaDD

diaconescu diana

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"Though nothing can bring back the hour,of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, but rather find strength in what remains behind." william wordsworth

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Grumezescu PetronelaGP

Grumezescu Petronela

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Words mean nothing.....

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Loneliness is a Promise

de oana stanescu

I was so wrong..so unafraid so happy..so hopeful..so far I was.. Why do I even bother to hope? Why was there a smile on my face? Why this hell? I thought I had something I thought I was dreaming...

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Atlas Shrugged

de Ayn Rand

\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" said a voice that came from the radio receiver—a man\'s clear, calm, implacable voice, the kind of voice that had not been heard on the airwaves for years—\"Mr. Thompson...

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Ash Wednesday

de T.S. Eliot

I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man\'s gift and that man\'s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should...

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I always say

de Lia Miruna Dumitrache

So there we were, in hell. Burning programme’s nine to four – the perpetual thing is bogus cause there’s too many of us and they have to have shifts and besides they gotta cool the place down at...

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4/10

de alex bâcu

delimitai controversate interstiții în ridurile firești ale celor două trupuri nu aveai nevoie de palme sau de cicatricile abdominale ale auspiciilor, două trupuri pictate pe cearșaful gri in lumina...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...

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Laura

de Paul Valéry

Since dawn she has been with me, Laura, alone in a private sphere. Solitude I name this closed system where all things are alive. At this first hour I bank neither with my days nor with my nights,...

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the despisers of the body

de Friedrich Nietzsche

4. The Despisers of the Body TO THE despisers of the body will I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies,- and thus be dumb....

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Best wishes

de Crisan Iulian

You were my greatest deceit And my treason was me, then I thought of you to be more, Much more than I could ever imagine. I kept looking for you among the stars On a shallow sky, and so I failed To...

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de ce să deschizi ochii

de Petru Teodor

Poza bunicilor din perete, photoshop-ul lor, o amintire imposibilă (a se citi tăiat/decupat și lipit or overlayed exposure of photographic photo paper) și reflectarea noastră în ecranul TV-ului LCD...

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