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A saint was once asked by a scientist: " Give me a valid proof for your god's existence."

Old brain hates novelty as much as the young mind hates itself

Whatever that forms the composition of one's self always begins with a glorious mistake- an inevitable phenomenon in the cross-roads of life...

The notion of happiness is a mask worn by crying hearts and aggrieving minds.

Love first blossomed in the heart of man, until God took it and scattered it across the world.

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The discovery of deep, undulating emotions in one's self often begins at the distrust of the ones at the surface.

The future remains unknown for a reason, cause if we ever knew about it, reperations could have been another product sold in the market...

The funny thing about isolation is that you crave people more than anything. You are indifferent to hunger, even to the greatest thirst for a drop of water, but never to commotion- thats the consequence of prolonged isolation my dear friends...

You should be fine, laugh and live, and enjoy the gifts of life, without me. But, once in a while, maybe when the nights are long and quiet, think about how we loved and saw a life together. Then, I would know, how two people, no matter how far, long, true to their heart, for the same lost dream.

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The words of a writer are on the same page as the reckelssness of a mistake thats about to occur: impossible to prevent.