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My Life Is Unjust, But I Can Strive For Justice. My Life Is Unkind, But I Can Vote For Kindness.

Change The Fabric Of Your Own Soul And Your Own Visions, And You Change All.

I Think On Death As The Apparent End Of The Illusions That Encompass Us. They All Have A Sudden And Unexpected End, That Challenges Any Faith We Have Pinned To Their Worth.

The Only Thing That A Man May Do That Is New, Is To Write Himself On Human Hearts.

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