I wrote on your soul with my soul: "My everything. M"
Contributed by: mara
The truth shall never be unique nor will it be soundly logic.
Science - the human mind's war with herself: the unknown.
Life provides me both the right and the responsability of continuously adapting my way of thinking.
We are destined to be roots, trunks, branches, and wings. When flying is out of reach, we are two hands of dirt closer to infinity.
Work has taught me that I have the right to wait, to ask more from the existence.
For as long as there are people, there will at least some constantly fighting the injustice the others do.
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